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PRINTED    BY    A.    A.    STITT, 
METHODIST  PUBLISHING  HOUSE,  XASHTILLE. 


PREFACE. 


This  collection  of  Hymns  Ls  specially  designed  fo» 
the  children  of  the  Church.  Its  publication  does 
not,  of  course,  intimate  that  the  young  people  are 
not  to  use  the  Ilymn  Books  employed  in  Public, 
Social,  and  Domestic  Worship;  but  as  there  are 
many  hymns  in  those  books  which  are  not  suitable 
to  the  young ;  and  as  there  are  many  juvenile  hymua 
which  were  purposely  excluded  from  them,  that  hare 
been  admitted  into  the  present  volume,  it  is  hoped 
that  it  will  not  be  considered  a  superfluo-a?  addition 
to  the  psalmody  of  the  Church. 

A  very  few  of  the  hymns  are  original :  a  number 
are  taken  from  our  Church  Hymn  Books :  the  rest 
have  been  collected  from  a  variety  of  sources,  the 
names  of  the  authors,  when  known,  being  prefixed. 

The  book  contains  Dr.  Watts's  "  Divine  Songs,"  and 
many  of  Charles  Wesley's  "Hymns  for  Children." 
In  a  preface  to  this  latter  work,  John  Wesley  says : 
a  There  ai  e  two  ways  of  writing  or  speaking  to  chil- 
dren :  the  one  is,  to  let  ourselves  down  to  them ;  the 
other,  to  lift  them  up  to  us.  Dr.  Watts  has  wrote  on 
the  former  way,  and  has  succeeded  admirably  well, 
speaking  to  children  as  children,  and  leaving  them 
as  he.found  them.    The  following  hymns  are  written 


4  PREFACE. 

on  the  other  plan.  They  contain  strong  anil  manly 
sense,  yet  expressed  in  such  plain  and  easy  language 
as  even  children  may  understand.  But  when  they 
do  understand  them  they  will  be  children  no  longer, 
only  in  years  and  in  stature."  These  suggestions  are 
recognized  in  the  present  compilation,  which  em- 
braces many  of  the  simple  rhymes  of  Jane  Taylor, 
and  others  of  that  class,  as  well  as  some  of  the  finest 
sacred  lyrics  in  the  language ;  but  all  adapted  to  the 
comprehension  of  the  young. 

It  is  a  mistake  to  exclude  from  a  collection  of  hymns 
all  but  such  as  are  strictly  devotional :  not  a  few  there- 
fore of  a  didactic  cast  will  be  found  in  this  volume. 
Dr.  Watts  well  remarks  in  the  preface  to  his  "  Dhine 
Songs ::' — '-'The  ancients,  among  the  Jews  and  the 
heathens,  taught  their  children  and  disciples  the  pre- 
cepts of  morality  and  worship  in  ver? e.  The  children 
of  Israel  were  commanded  to  learn  the  words  of  the 
Song  of  Moses ;  and  we  are  directed  in  the  New  Tes- 
tament, not  only  to  sing  with  grace  in  the  heart,  but 
to  teach  and  admonish  one  another  in  hymns  and 
gongs."  This,  as  he  expresses  at  large,  is  a  most 
agreeable  way  of  acquiring  knowledge ;  and  what  is 
thus  learned  is  longest  retained,  and  will  the  most' 
readily  recur  to  the  recollection.  The  importance  of 
these  considerations  has  not  been  duly  weighed  by 
parents,  pastors,  and  teachers.  "Were  it  properly 
considered,  more  attention  would  be  paid  to  the 
noble  science  and  art  of  sacred  and  vocal  music,  not 
only  in  Sunday  schools,  but  also  in  colleges  and 
other  seminaries,  and  in  the  domestic  circle. 

It  is  respectfully  suggested,  that  every  teacher  and 
pupil  in  those  institutions  into  which  this  work  maj 


PREFACE.  5 

be  admitted,  be  furnished  with  a  copy ;  and  this  sug- 
gestion is  made  witfc  the  less  reserve,  as  its  price  is 
put  at  the  lowest  possible  rates. 

It  is  devoutly  committed  to  the  patronage  of  Him 
who  is  "  exalted  above  all  blessing  and  praise,"  who 
nevertheless  condescends  to  accept  an  infant's  songs. 
May  children's  Hosannas  soon  be  sung  in  every  tem- 
ple, hi  every  school,  and  in  every  family  on  earth ! 

THE   EDITOR. 
Chahlbstos,  S.  C,  May  21, 1853. 


CONTENTS. 


PAoa 
Sec.  I. — Being  and  Perfections  of  God 7 

II.— Mediation  of  Christ 24 

III.— Offices  of  the  Holy  Ghost 4S 

IV. — Institutions  of  Christianity 53 

V.— The  Gospel  Call 74 

VI. — Penitential  Exercises 89 

VII. — Christian  Experience 112 

VIII.— Death  and  the  Future  State 162 

IX.— Early  Piety 19S 

X.— Special  Occasions '. 260 

XL— Teachers' Meetings 30S 

XII.— Family  and  Closet 321 

XIII.— Miscellany 346 

XIV.— Opening  and  Closing 359 

6 


HYMNS 


SECT.  I -BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OE  GOB 

1C.  M.  C.  WESLEY 

The  Trinity. 
A  THOUSAND  oracles  divine 
Their  common  beams  unite, 
That  sinners  may  with  angels  join 
To  worship  God  aright : 

2  To  praise  a  Trinity  adored 
By  all  the  hosts  above ; 

And  one  thrice  holy  God  and  Lord 
Through  endless  ages  love. 

3  Triumphant  host !  they  never  cease 
To  laud  and  magnify 

The  Triune  God  of  holiness, 
Whose  glory  fills  the  sky : 

4  Whose  glory  to  this  earth  extends, 
When  God  himself  imparts, 

And  the  whole  Trinity  descends 
Into  our  faithful  hearts. 

5  By  faith  the  upper  choir  we  meet, 
And'challenge  them  to  sing 

Jehovah,  on  his  shining  seat, 
Our  Maker  and  our  King. 

6  But  God  made  flesh  is  wholly  ours, 
And  asks  our  nobler  strain  : 

The  Father  of  celestial  powers, 
The  Friend  of  earth-born  man. 

7  Ye  seraphs,  nearest  to  the  throne, 
With  rapturous  amaze 

On  us,  poor  ransom' d  worms,  look  down 
For  heaven's  superior  praise  ! 

7 


BEING   AND    PERFECTIONS 

8  The  King,  whose  glorious  face  ye  sea3 

For  us  his  crown  resign' d  : 
That  fulness  of  the  Deity, 

He  died  for  all  mankind. 

>  6,  4. 

I  The  Trinity. 

COME,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  and  Thre« 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence — evermore ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


OF    GOD.  9 

O  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY. 

O  ■  Attributes  of  the  Triune  God. 

HAIL,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  in  persons  three  : 
Of  thee  we  make  our  joyful  boast, 
Our  songs  we  make  of  thee  ! 

2  Thou  neither  canst  be  felt  nor  seen  : 
Thou  art  a  spirit  pure : 

Thou  from  eternity  hast  been, 
And  always  shalt  endure. 

3  Present  alike  in  every  place, 
Thy  Godhead  we  adore : 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Thou  dwell'st  for  evermore. 

4  In  wisdom  infinite  thou  art, 
Thine  eye  doth  all  things  see ; 

And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  fully  known  to  thee. 

5  Whate'er  thou  wilt,  in  earth  below, 
Thou  dost  in  heaven  above ; 

But  chiefly  we  rejoice  to  know 
Th'  almighty  God  of  love. 

6  Thou  lov'st  whate'er  thy  hands  have  madCj 
Thy  goodness  we  rehearse, 

In  shining  characters  display'd 
Throughout  our  universe. 

7  Mercy,  with  love  and  endless  grace, 
O'er  all  thy  works  doth  reign ; 

But  mostly  thou  delight'st  to  bless 
Thy  favourite  creature  man. 

8  Wherefore  let  every  creature  give 
To  thee  the  praise  design'd! 

But  chiefly,  Lord,  the  thanks  receive. 
The  hearts  of  all  mankind. 


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4 


C.  M.  PATRJCl 

Te  Deum. 

0GOD,  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 
That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored  ! 

2  To  thee,  all  angels  cry  aloud : 
To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 

Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  : 

3  0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey. 

The  world  is  with  the  glory  filPd 

Of  thy  majestic  sway  ! 
■4  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crown'd  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 

Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 
0  Lord,  confesses  thee, 

That  thou  th'  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

6  Thy  honour'd,  true,  and  only  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  the  spring 

Of  never-ceasing  joy :  0  Christ, 
Of  glory  thou  art  King. 

;  C.  M.  TV  ATT 

I  Glory  of  God. 

HOW  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  reigns  above  the  sky! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 

His  dreadful  majesty  ? 
2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 
Nor  think  how  large  his  grace . 


6 


OF    GOD.  11 

Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord 
Can  search  his  secret  will; 

But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  Holy  train, 
And  my  first  offerings  bring  ; 

The  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 
And  angels  shall  rejoice, 

To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 

7'S.  MONTGOMERY, 

Creation. 

PRAISE  the  high,  the  holy  One  ! 
God  o'er  all,  the  first,  the  last : 
Tor  he  spake  and  it  was  done — 
He  commanded,  it  stood  fast. 

2  At  his  word,  from  darkness  light, 
Harmony  from  discord  broke  : 

Weakness  started  into  might, 
Beauty  out  of  dust  awoke. 

3  Plant  and  flower,  and  herb  and  treo, 
Sprang  spontaneous  from  the  sod  : 

Sun  and  moon,  and  land  and  sea, 
Day  and  night,  beheld  their  God. 

4  Fishes,  fowls  upon  the  wing, 
Beasts,  and  all  that  creep  or  fly, 

Every  breathing,  moving  thing, 
Peopled  forest,  flood,  and  sky. 

5  God,  his  glory  to  display, 

With  his  image  crown'd  the  whole, 
Breathed  his  Spirit  into  clay, 
And  made  man  a  living  soul. 


12        BEING   AND   PERFECTIONS 

6  Hallelujah !  praise  the  One 
God  o'er  all,  the  first,  the  last; 

For  he  spake,  and  it  was  done  : 
He  commanded,  it  stood  fast. 

tj  L.  M. 

I  The  Footsteps  of  a  God. 

MY  God,  I  love  and  I  adore, 
But  souls  that  love  would  know  thee  more  .• 
Wilt  thou  for  ever  hide,  and  stand 
Behind  the  labours  of  thy  hand? 

2  Thy  hand  unseen  sustains  the  poles 
On  which  this  vast  creation  rolls : 
The  starry  arch  proclaims  thy  power, 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flower. 

3  In  thousand  shapes  and  colours  rise 
Thy  painted  windows  to  our  eyes, 

While  beasts  and  birds  with  labouring  throats 
Teach  us  a  God  in  thousand  notes. 

4  The  meanest  pin  in  nature's  frame 
Marks  out  some  letter  of  thy  name, 
Where  sense  can  reach,  or  fancy  rove, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  field  to  grove. 

5.  Across  the  waves,  around  the  sky, 
There's  not  a  spot,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footsteps  of  a  God. 

8  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8. 

Divine  Magnificence. 
SINCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
Such  beauteous  gems  are  thrown, 
0  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  around  thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light, 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 


OF    GOD.  13 

2  If  nignt's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky, 
With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 

Hung,  like  some  royal  canopy, 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  vail, 
What  glory  round  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noontide  hour, 
Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 

Flinging  o'er  earth  his  golden  shower, 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze, 
But  shows,  0  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine  : 
What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine ! 

4  Ah  !  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 
That  noon  of  living  rays  ? 

Or  how  my  spirit,  so  impure, 
Upon  thy  brightness  gaze  ? 
Anoint,  0  Lord,  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  me  for  that  world  of  light. 


9 


C.  M.  WATTS, 

Creation  and  Providence. 

I  SING  th'  Almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day : 

The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
ThaUill'd  the  earth  with  food  : 

He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye ! 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 


14        BEING   AND    PERFECTIONS 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  thy  glory  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  (as  numerous  as  they  be) 
Are  subject  to  thy  care  : 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  In  heaven  he  shines  with  beams  of  love, 
With  wrath  in  hell  beneath  : 

'Tis  on  his  earth  I  stand  or  move, 
And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 
He  keeps  me  with  his  eye  : 

Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 

I  A  C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR 

IU         God's  Universal  Sovereignty. 

GOD  made  the  world :  in  every  land 
His  love  and  power  are  shown  : 
All  are  protected  by  his  hand, 
Though  few  his  goodness  own. 

2  In  forest-shades,  and  silent  plains, 
Where  feet  have  never  trod, 

There  in  his  mighty  power  he  reigns, 
The  everpresent  God. 

3  To  him  the  rich  and  poor  are  known, 
The  polish'd  and  the  wild: 

He  sees  the  king  upon  his  throne, 
And  every  little  #hild. 

4  He  knows  the  worthy  from  the  vile, 
And  sends  his  mercy  clown  : 

None  are  too  mean  to  share  his  smile, 
Or  to  provoke  his  frown. 

5  Great  God  !  and  since  thy  piercing  eye 
My  inmost  heart  can  see. 


11 


OF   GOD.  15 

Teach  me  from  every  sin  to  fly, 
And  give  that  heart  to  thee. 

7s.  C.  WESLEY. 

Providence. 

HAPPY  man  whom  God  doth  aid ! 
God  our  souls  and  bodies  made  : 
God  on  us,  in  gracious  showers, 
Blessings  every  moment  pours: 
Compasses  with  angel  bands, 
Bids  them  bear  us  in  their  hands : 
Parents,,  friends,  'twas  God  bestow'd, 
Life,  and  all,  descend  from  God. 

2  He  this  flowery  carpet  spread, 
Made  the  earth  on  which  we  tread: 
God  refreshes  in  the  air, 

Covers  with  the  clothes  we  wear, 
Feeds  us  with  the  food  we  eat, 
Cheers  us  by  his  light  and  heat, 
Makes  his  sun  on  us  to  shine: 
All  our  blessings  are  divine.' 

3  Give  him,  then,  and  ever  give, 
Thanks  for  all  that  we  receive  ! 
Man  we  for  his  kindness  love  : 
How  much  more  our  God  above  ! 
Worthy  thou,  our  heavenly  Lord, 
To  be  honour*  d  and  adored : 
God  of  all-creating  grace, 

Take  the  everlasting  praise. 

8,8,6,8,8,6.  HENRY  MORS. 

The  Love  of  God. 

MY  God  !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise  : 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze ! 
How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne, 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 
And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 


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16        BEING   AND   PERFECTIONS 

2  'Tis  love  that  gilds  the  vernal  ray — 
Adorns  the  flowery  robe  of  May — 

Perfumes  the  breathing  gale  : 
'Tis  love,that  loads  the  plenteous  plain 
With  blushing  fruits  and  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  o'er  every  vale. 

3  But  in  thy  gospel  it  appears 
In  sweeter,  fairer  characters, 

And  charms  the  ravish'd  breast: 
There,  love  immortal  leaves  the  sky, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eye, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  There  smiles  a  kind,  propitious  God, 
There  flows  a  dying  Saviour's  blood, 

The  pledge  of  sins  forgiven  : 
There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  regions  of  eternal  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good. 

|  q  C.  M.  addisi 

1  O         Gratitude  for  God's  Mercies. 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys', 
Transported  with  the  view,  Fin  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 

2  0  how  can  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare 

That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart  ? 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there  ! 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ ; 


14 


15 


OF   GOD.  17 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death  in  distant  worlds, 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

5  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  j 

But  0  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

;■■'•'     _  7s. 

Confidence  in  God's  Goodness. 

POOR  and  needy  though  I  be, 
God  my  Maker  cares  for  me  : 
Gives  me  clothing,  shelter,  food, 
Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 

2  He  will  listen  when  I  pray, 
He  is  with  me  night  and  day, 
When  I  sleep  and  when  I  wake, 
Keeps  me  safe  for  Jesus'  sake. 

3  He  who  reigns  above  the  sky 
Once  became  as  poor  as  I : 

He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

4  Though  I  labour  here  awhile, 
He  will  bless  me  with  his  smile ; 
And  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
I  shall  rest  with  him  at  last. 

6,8,4.  OUT  KB, 

The  God  of  Abraham. 

THE  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love : 
JEHOVAH,  GREAT  I  AM  ! 
By  earth  and  heaven  confess'd : 


IS        BEING   AND   PERFECTIONS 

1  bow,  and  bless  the  sacred  name 
For  ever  bless'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise — and  seek  the  joyi 

At  his  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power, 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 
Whose  all-sufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 

In  all  his  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 

He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  blood. 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn  : 
I  on  his  oath  depend : 

I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 


re 


8s.  HAM. 

"  This  God  is  our  God." 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 
2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home : 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


OF   GOD.  19 

nL.  M.  ADDISOX. 

Psalm  xix.  1-6. 
THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  (a  shining  frame,) 
Their  great  Original  proclaim  : 
Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball — 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found — 

In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

1  O  8,8,8,8,3,8.  addiso* 

J  O  Psalm  xxiii. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care: 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 


20        BEING   AND   PERFECTIONS 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads, 
"Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade, 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

"With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

L.  M.  WATTS 

Psalm  lvii.  5-11. 

BE  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 
Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2  My  heart  is  fix'd :  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  : 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky : 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die, 

4  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell .' 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


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OF   GOD.  21 

,]A  S.  M.  WATTS. 

U\J  Psalm  xcv. 

COME,  sound  bis  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  forni'd  the  deeps  unknown, 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  : 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne  : 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  forni'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod : 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

0 1  L.  M.  WATTS, 

u  1  Psalm  c. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songsfc 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command : 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  :. 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


22        BEING  AND   PERFECTIONS 

00  L.  M.  WATTS- 
u  U                     Psalm  cxxxix. 

LORD,   thou    hast  search'd  and  seen  me 
through : 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known : 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

1  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 

Consent  to  sin ;  for  God  is  there  ! 

•)Q  8,8,8.  watts, 

/Ut>  Psalm  cxlvi. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure : 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  : 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace: 


OF   GOD. 


23 


He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  "and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  111  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath: 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
(\ji  6,6,6,6,8,8.  c.  WESLEY 

£T:  Psalm  cxlviii.  12,  13. 

YOUNG  men  and  maidens,  raise 
Your  tuneful  voices  high  : 
Old  men  and  children,  praise 
The  Lord  of  earth  andsky  : 
Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 

2  Tbe  universal  King 

Let  all  the  world  proclaim  : 
Let  every  creature  sing 

His  attributes  and  name  ! 
Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 

3  In  his  great  name  alone 
All  excellences  meet : 

"Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  shall  for  ever  sit :  _ 
Him  three  in  One,  and  one  in  threef 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 

4  Glory  to  God  belongs  : 
Glory  to  God  be  given  : 

Above  the  noblest  songs 

Of  all  in  earth  and  heaven  : 
Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 


24  MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST. 


SECT.  II.-1TEDIATI0N  OF  CHRIST. 

C)K  C.  M.  DODDRIDGE, 

U  0  The  Advent. 

HARK  !  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes  1 
The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne — 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes — the  prisoners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst — 
The  iron  fetters  yield  ! 

3  He  comes — from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 

And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 

To  pour  celestial  day. 
&  He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind — 

Th'  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

fclO  7s.  C.  WESLEY, 

«U  The  Incarnation. 

HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies : 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Vail'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity .' 


MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST.  25 

Pleased  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 
4  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die : 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  : 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

£\ri  C.  M.  medle*. 

&  I  The  Incarnation. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd : 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete : 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

f)Q  11,  10.  HEBEB. 

ZO  Star  of  the  East. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid , 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Gui  \e  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  J 


26  MEDIATION   OF   CHRIST. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dewdrops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine — 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favour  secure  : 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  c-f  the  poor ! 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

QQ  L.  M.         H.  KIRKE  WHITE, 

Av  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN,  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

Prom  every  host,  from  every  gem  : 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark, 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  : 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


MEDIATION    OF    CHRIST.  27 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all : 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever,  and  for  evermore,' 

The  Star  !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

Ol)  The  Humiliation  of  Chrut. 

CHRIST  is  merciful  and  mild, 
He  was  once  a  little  child : 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore 
Lived  6n  earth  among  the  poor. 
'2  Every  bird  can  build  its  nest  : 
Foxes  have  their  place  of  rest: 
He,  by  whom  the  world  was  made, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 
3  He  who  is  the  Lord  most  high, 
Then  was  poorer  far  than  I, 
That  I  might  hereafter  be 
Rich  to  all  eternity. 

L.  M.  BOWRING. 

The  Teaching  of  Christ. 

HOW  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel  sound 
Frcm  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gather'd  round, 
And  joy  and  gladness  fill'd  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way : 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unvailing  an  immortal  day. 

3  «  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Fathers  homeu 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest:" 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 


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28  MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST. 

3C)  L.  M.  WATTS, 

U  Exemplary  Life  of  Christ. 

MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer  : 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  :  make  me  bear ' 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  : 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

SO  lis.  M.  DE  FLEURY. 

t)  The  Garden  of  Gethsemane. 

0  GARDEN  of  Olivet,  dear  honour'd  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonder  shall  ne'er  be 

forgot : 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  abova  : 
The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love  ! 
2  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him  :  come,  bow  at 

his  feet ! 
Oh  !  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise,  that  is  meet : 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  ikies. 

B/J  S.  M.  C.  WESLEY, 

X    "  My  soul  is  exceeding  sorrowful." 
THE  man  of  sorrow  now 
Thou  dost  indeed  appear, 
Beneath  my  guilty  burden  bow, 
And  tremble  with  my  fear. 


MEDIATION    OF    CHRIST.  29 

2  Thy  pain  is  my  relief, 

And  doth  my  load  remove  ; 
For  0,  if  all  thy  soul  is  grief, 

Yet  all  thy  heart  is  love  ! 

8K  C.  M.  S.  WESLEY,  SEN. 

0  The  Crucifixion. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 

The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  ! 
"Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies  ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  : 

0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ! 

8n  C.  M.  WATTS-. 

D  Gal.  vi.  14. 

'HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet; 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 

Did  e'er  such  ^ove  and  son-ow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  ot.  rieh  a  orovv^ ( 


W 


30  MEDIATION    OF    CHRIST. 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Q'Y  7.7,7,7,7,7.  JANE  TAYLOR 

O  I  Death  of  Christ. 

LO,  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night ! 
Darkness  covers  all  the  sky! 
Rocks  are  rending  at  the  sight! 

Children,  can  you  tell  me  why  ? 
What  can  all  these  wonders  be  ? 
Jesus  dies  on  Calvary  ! 

2  NaiFd  upon  the  cross,  behold 
How  his  tender  limbs  are  torn  ! 

For  a  royai  crown  of  gold 

They  have  made  him  one  of  thorn : 
Cruel  hands,  that  dare  to  bind 
Thorns  upon  a  brow  so  kind  ! 

3  See  !  the  blood  is  falling  fast 
From  his  forehead  and  his  side : 

Hark  !  he  now  has  breathed  his  last : 

With  a  mighty  groan  he  died : 
Children,  shall  I  tell  you  why 
Jesus  condescends  to  die  ? 

4  He,  who  was  a  King  above, 
Left  his  kingdom  for  a  grave, 

Oivt  of  pity  and  of  love, 

That  the  guilty  he  might  save : 
Down  to  this  sad  world  he  flew, 
For  such  little  ones  as  you. 

8Q  8,7,8,7,4,7.  fawcett. 

O  It  is  finished. 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  vails  the  sky  I 


MEDIATION   OF    CHRIST.  31 

It  is  finish'd!— 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry! 

2  It  is  finish'd !— 0  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finish'd  !— 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law ! 

Finish'd  all  that  God  had  promised: 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

It  is  finish'd  ! — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 

All  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

3  A  S.  M.  WATTS, 

t/  The  Atoning  Sacrifice. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain. 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away  : 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine,— 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 


32  MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST. 

A()  6,6,6,6,8,8.  cow: 

±\J  The  Great  Antitype. 

ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, — 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  the  world  to  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 
Should  be  the  soul's  defence  : 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 
4-  The  scape-goat,  on  his  head, 

The  people's  trespass  borej 
And  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more : 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
u  Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away." 

5  Dipp'd  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free  : 

The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea — 
Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarged, 
And,  by  a  Saviour's  death,  discharged 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 
Throughout  the  sacred  page, 

The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  every  age  ! 
0  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me  ! 


41 


MEDIATION   OF   CHRIST.  33 

7s. 
Hoch  of  Ages. 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  : 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

4iy  C.  M.  cowpe$ 

/$  The  Fountain. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  : 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
'Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  streaia 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 


43 


34  MEDIATION   OP   CHRIST. 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme,  ■ 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammoring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

S.  M.  c.  WESLE? 

The  Fountain. 

CALL'D  from  above,  I  rise, 
And  wash  away  my  sin  : 
The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  : 
'Twas  open'd  by  the  soldier's  spear 

In  my  Redeemer's  side  ! 

A  A  C.  M.  S.  WESLEY,  JUR 

tl  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 

2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee 
We  bless'd  and  pious  grow  : 

13y  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 
Of  glory  was  display'd, 

By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 
With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 

'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught! 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 


MEDIATION    OF    CHRIST.  £5 

AK  6,6,6,6,8,8.  DODDRiPfije 

*"kO  JResur  rection  of  Christ. 

YES  !  the  Reedemer  rose, 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head : 
In  wild  dismay,  The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground,  And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  hands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,  And  wing  their  way,. 
From  realms  of  day,  To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 

Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
Has  left  the  dead:  He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  Him  from  hell : 

And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell : 
Transported  cry,  "Jesus,  who  bled. 
Has  Jeft  the  dead,  No  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  ! 

Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  : 
With  thee  we  rise,  With  thee  we  reiga. 
And  empires  gain,  Beyond  the  skies, 

A  a  e* 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 
[ING-  praise  :  the  tomb  is  void 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay  ! 


S1 


36  MEDIATION    OF   CHRISTL 

Sing  of  our  bonds  destroy'd. 
Our  darkness  turn'd  to  day  ! 

2  Weep  for  your  dead  no  more : 
Friends,  be  of  joyful  cbeer  ! 

Our  star  moves  on  before, 

Our  narrow  patb  sbines  clear. 

3  He  who  so  patiently 

The  crown  of  thorns  did  wear- 
He  hath  gone  up  on  high : 
Our  hope  is  with  him  there. 

4  Now  is  his  truth  reveal' d, 
His  majesty  and  might  : 

The  grave  has  been  unseal'd — 
Christ  is  our  life  and  light. 

5  He  who  for  men  did  weep, 
Suffer,  and  bleed,  and  die — 

First-fruits  of  them  that  sleep — 
Christ  has  gone  up  on  high. 

6  His  victory  hath  destroy'd 

The  shafts  that  once  could  slay : 
Sing  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

A  '■  1  L.  M.  WATT& 

JL  I         Christ  dying,  rising,  reigning. 

HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around: 
A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies : 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground: 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  Him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ? 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood. 
2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 


MEDIATION    OF    CHRIST.  37 

The  rising  God  foi*sakes  the  tomb : 

Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies : 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 
Si  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns  : 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  lei  the  monster  death  in  chains! 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sting?" 

And,  "Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 

A  Q  L.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

xO  Ascension  of  Christ.  Psalmxxiv.'I-lQ. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead : 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ! 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates,. 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene  . 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right — 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?     Who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame — 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell,  o'erthrew— 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo  !  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  : 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?     Wno  ? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  oossess'.d — 


38  MEDIATION   OF   CHRIST. 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
G ,-od  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd. 

^j  Q  8,7.  B  AXE  WE  LX. 

J-t/  Priesthood  of  Christ. 

HAIL  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favour  : 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 
2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid : 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 
.3  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare: 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 
4  "Worship,  honour,  power,  and  blesping, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  : 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits : 

Help,  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


MEDIATION   OF    CHRIST.  39 

KC\  C.  M.  PERRONET. 

*)\J  Coronation  of  Christ. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, — 
A  remnant  weak  and  small, — 

Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  hia  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall : 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  0  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
K 1  8,6,S,G,S,S.  kelly. 

O  1      Christ  enthroned  and  worshipped. 

HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above: 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices: 

Jesus  reigns,  the  .God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne : 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
2  Jesus,  hail!  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth  : 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 


40  MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST. 

3  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing  : 
Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away : 

Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 

"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  !" 

£0  C.  M.  STEELE, 

0/6  King  of  Saints. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
And  joy  to  make  it  known, 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crown'd 
With  glories  all  divine  ! 

And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 
The  glories  of  our  King, 

We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

4  0  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 

With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

50  C.  M.  GREGG. 

t)  Christ  attended  hy  Angels. 

BEYOND  the  glittering,  starry  skies, 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
Yon  heaven  of  heavens  with  living  light 

Our  great  Redeemer  fills. 
2  Legions  of  angels,  strong  and  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine, 
And  swell  his  praise  with  golden  harps, 
Attuned  to  songs  divine* 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST.  41*  ^ 

3  "Hail,  Prince!"  they  cry,  "for  ever  hail! 

Whose  unexampled  love 
Moved  thee  to  quit  those  glorious  realms, 

And  royalties  above." 
•4  While  he  did  condescend  on  earth 

To  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
They  cast  their  honours  at  his  feet, 

And  waited  in  his  train. 

5  Through  all  his  travels  here  below, 
They  did  his  steps  attend, 

Oft  wondering  how  and  where  at  last 
The  mystic  scene  would  end. 

6  They  saw  his  heart,  transfix'd  with  wounds, 
With  love  and  grief  run  o'er : 

They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  brake  before. 

7  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 
To  bear  him  to  his  throne  : 

Clapp'd  their  triumphant  wings  and  cried, 
"  The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 

£   A  L.  M.  "WESLEY. 

O^it  Second  Advent  of  Christ. 

THE  Judge  of  all  shall  soon  come  down, 
Bright  on  his  everlasting  throne, 
Summon  the  nations  to  his  bar,  ' 
And  I  shall  take  my  trial  there. 
2  Jesus,  my  Advocate  with  God, 
0  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
That,  at  my  last  appearing,  I 
With  joy  may  meet  thee  in  the  sky. 

K  K  C.  M.  WATTS. 

OO  Praise  for  Redemption. 

BLESS'D  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power, 
The  justice  and  the  grace, 
That  join'd  in  counsel  to  restore 
And  save  our  ruin'd  race. 


A  MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

jss'd  be  the  Lord,  that  sent  his  Son 
6  take  our  flesh  and  blood : 
ja©  for  our  lives  gave  up  his  own, 
To  make  our  peace  with  God. 

3  Behold  him  rising  from  the  grave, 
Behold  him  raised  on  high  : 

He  pleads  his  merits  there  to  save 
Transgressors  doom'd  to  die. 

4  Thence  shall  the  Lord  to  judgment  come, 
And,  with  a  sovereign  voice, 

Shall  call  and  break  up  every  tomb, 
"While  waking  saints  rejoice. 

5  0  may  I  then  with  joy  appear 
Before  the  Judge's  face, 

And  with  the  bless' d  assembly  there, 
Sing  his  redeeming  grace. 

K  f\  CM.  WATT& 

V  0  Salvation. 

SALVATION,  0  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  : 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

£'"Y  S.  M.  DODDHIDGR 

O  I  Grace. 

GBACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  my  ear : 
•  Heaven  with  the  echo  shali  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST.  43 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 
To  save  rebellious  man ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days  : 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

£Q  L.  M.  MEDLEY. 

00     I  Jenow  that  my  Redeemer  live^h. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  : 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives  my  everlasting  Head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save, 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need, 

4  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

5  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name !  • 
He  lives  my  Jesus  still  the  same: 

0  the  sweet  joys  the  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


44  MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

KQ  6,6,6,6,8,3.     _      c.  wes 

£/£/  T/ie  Saviour's  Praise. 

LET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

2  Jesus!  transporting  sound! 
The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven: 

No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  Stung  by  the  scorpion,  sin, 
My  poor  expiring  soul 

The  balmy  sound  drinks  in, 
And  is  -at  once  made  whole  : 
See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree! 
I  hear,  I  feel  he  died  for  me. 

4  0  for  a  trumpet  voice, 
On  all  the  world  to  call — 

To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  Him  who  died  for  all : 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  died. 


60 


Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST.  45 

S  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature — ■ 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought — 

For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought: 

4  For  thy  providence  that  governs 
Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain : 

Wings  an  angel — guides  a  sparrow — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption. 
Dark  through  brightness  all  along! 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression: 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song? 

6  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie? 

Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

7  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming? 
Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays? 

Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

8  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo — 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 

9  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour: 
Leave  thy  footstool,  take  ttiy  throne: 

Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever: 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 


61 


C.  M.  S.  STENNER 

Indebtedness  to  Christ. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  : 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


46  MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST. 

2  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
And  flew  to  my  relief: 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

3  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
He  brings  my  weary  feet, 

Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

OO  8,7.  NEWTON, 

\J &  Obligations  to  the  Saviour. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend : 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  "Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  : 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  0  for  gr£ce  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  : 

We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

6Q  C.  M.  DODDRIDGB 

O  "  He  is  precious:" 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear : 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 


MEDIATION    OF   CHRIST.  47 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  and  my  trust : 

Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 

Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there : 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 
With  my  last,  labouring  breath : 

Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

DA  C.  M.  WATTS 

Ul  Rev.  v.  11-13. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  and  power  divine  ; 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


48  OFFICES   OF 

SECT.  III.-OEEICES  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

f\  K  8,6,8,4.  lyt* 

vi  O  The  Comforter  promised. 

OUR  bless'd  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue  : 

All  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gracious,  willing  guest, 

While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 
Soft  as  the  breeze  of  even, 

That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 
And  every  victory  won, 

And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his  alone. 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 
Our  weakness,  pitying,  see  : 

0  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 

And  worthier  thee. 
O  r>  L.  M.  WATTS, 

U  U  Work  of  the  Spirit. 

INTERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
■i  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
From  God,  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day : 


THE    HOLY    GHOST.  49 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice  : 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys: 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Drf  L.  M.  Bitowire. 

U  I  Work  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above : 
Be  thou  our  guardian — thou  our  guide  I 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make'  us  know  and  choose  thy  way : 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God : 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God — our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest : 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 

Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 
DO  C.  M.  c.  WF-SLEf, 

\)Q  The  Interpreter. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Let  us  thine  influence  prove, 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 

Fountain  of  light  and  love. 
2  Come,  Holy  Ghost — for,  moved  by  thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke — 


50  OFFICES    OF 

Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  -wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night : 

On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  knoi 
If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 

And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

O  Q  S.  M.  C.  WESLE 

\)U  Spirit  of  Faith. 

SPIRIT  of  faith,  come  down, 
Reveal  the  things  of  God  ; 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 

And  witness  with  the  blood: 
'Tis  thine  the  blood  t'  apply, 

And  give  us  eyes  to  see : 

Who  did  for  every  sinner  die, 

Hath  surely  died  for  me. 

2  No  man  can  truly  say 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 

Unless  thou  take  the  vail  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  word: 

Then,  only  then,  we  feel 
Our  interest  in  his  blood ; 

And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, 
"  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  !"  * 

3  Inspire  the  living  faith, 
Which  whosoe'er  receives, 

The  witness  in  himself  he  hath, 
And  consciously  believes — 

The  faith  that  conquers  all, 
And  doth  the  mountain  move, 

And  saves  whoe'er  on  Jesus  call, 
And  perfects  them  in  love. 


THE  HOLY  GHOST.  51 

ryn  c.  m.  watts. 

i  U      Witness  and  Seal  of  the  Spirit. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood, 

And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come :  , 

May  thy  bless'd  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home  ! 

fVI  C.  M.  EEDDOME. 

I  1  The  Spirit  ■invoked. 

CELESTIAL  Dove,  Come  from  above 
And  guide  me  in  thy  ways : 
My  heart  prepare  For  solemn  prayer, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Open  mine  eyes,  And  make  me  wise 
My  interest  to  discern  : 

From  every  sin,  Without,  within, 
Incline  my  heart  to  turn. 

3  Fly  to  my  aid  When  I'm  afraid 
Or  plunged  in  deep  distress  : 

My  foes  subdue,  And  bring  me  through 
This  howling  wilderness. 

lYO  S.  M.  BEDDOMK. 

«  U        The  Sjiirit's  Influences  sought. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 


THE  HOLT?  GHOST. 

And  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  0  melt  this  frozen  heart, 
This  stubborn  will  subdue: 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

3  The  profit  will  be  mine, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

rO  C.  M.  WATTS 

ZJ   The  Spiritfs  Quickem'ngs  implored. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  : 

Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  And  shall  we,  then,  for  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate? 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


INSTITUTIONS.  53 

SECT.  IV.-INSTITUTIONS  OF  CHRISTIANITY. 

T/J  6,6,6,6,8,8.  watts. 

I        The  Church.— Psalm  Ixxxiv. 
LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode  My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  To  see  my  God. 

2  0  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

0  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  To  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
0  glorious  seat,  When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  Our  willing  feet ! 

4  To  spend  one  sacred  day 
Where  God  and  saints  abide, 

Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside : 
Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door  Than  shine  in  courts. 

ri  £  L.  M.  WATTS, 

Psalm  xcii.  12-15. 

LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand: 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 
2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bless'd  with  thine  influence  from  above : 


54  INSTITUTIONS. 

Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these, 
3  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true: 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

FT O  S.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

i  U  Psalm  cxxii. 

GLAD  was  my  heart  to  hear 
My  old  companions  say, 
Come,  in  the  house  of  God  appear, 
For  'tis  a  holy  day. 

2  Our  willing  feet  shall  stand 
Within  the  temple  door, 

While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band? 
Shall  throng  the  sacred  floor. 

3  Thither  the  tribes  repair, 
Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 

And  joyful,  in  the  house  of  prayer, 
Bend  at  the  mercy-seat. 

4  Pray  for  Jerusalem, 
The  city  of  our  God  : 

The  Lord  from  heaven  be  kind  to  thena 
That  love  the  dear  abode. 

5  Within  these  walls  may  peace 
And  harmonjr  be  found  ! 

Zion,  in  all  thy  palaces, 
Prosperity  abound ! 

6  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 
Our  prayer  shall  never  cease  : 

Oft  as  they  meet  for  worship  here, 
God  send  his  people  peace  ! 

ryry  s.  m.  dwigbt. 

I    •  Psalm  cxxxvii.  5,  6. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house,  of  thine  abode, 


INSTITUTIONS.  55 

The  church  our  hless'd  Redeemer  bought 
With  his  own  precious  blood. . 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend : 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my.  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

FYO  7s.  MONTGOMERT 

I  O  Joining  the  Church. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found: 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest : 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
0  !  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave : 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  nry  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave: 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine : 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 
Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  or  power: 

Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour : 


56  INSTITUTIONS. 

"  Follow  me :"  I  know  thy  voice : 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see : 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 

tj(\  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY 

i  O         "Ye  are  come  unto  Mount  Sion." 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know : 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 

"We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads  : 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise  : 

And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

OH  C.  M.  c.  WESLEY. 

QU  Safety  in  Union. 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
To  thee  for  help  we.  fly  : 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep  ! 
For  0,  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 
To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay : 

He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
And  gather  with  thy  arm : 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 


INSTITUTIONS.  57 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
While  by  our  Shepherd's  side  : 

The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  0  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree  : 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 
Together  let  us  die  ; 

And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

Q  1  C.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

01  Mutual  Aid. 

HELP  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
Each  other's  cross  to  bear : 
Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
2  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve ; 
increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 

And  perfect  us  in  love. 
G  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 

And  spotless  here  below. 
4  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  : 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 

With  all  the  sanctified. 

8Q  S.  M.  WATT& 

U         The  Ministry.— Isaiah  lii.  7-10. 
HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill : 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 


58  INSTITUTIONS. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King: 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  V 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

"Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long,  • 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  : 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  mokes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 
OQ  L.  M.  BEDDCMB, 

Ot)  Prayer  for  Minister.*. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer : 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee : 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be  ! 

2  How  great  their  work !  how  vast  their  charge ! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge  : 

Their  best  endowments  are  our  gain  : 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed: 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed  : 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, — 
And  thus  reward  their  toil  and  pain. 

4  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 


INSTITUTIONS.  59 

In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  Spirit's  living  power. 

OA  S.  M.      _  C.  WESLEY. 

Ol         For  an  Increase  of  Ministers. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry  : 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 
Our  wants  are  in  thy  view : 

The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  labourers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  send  forth  more 
Into  thy  church  abroad, 

And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  0  let  them  spread  thy  name, 
Their  mission  fully  prove  : 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
Thine  all-redeeming  love  ! 

Q  ^  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY 

The  Minister's  Theme. 

JESUS,  the  name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ! 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  sinners  given  ! 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear : 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  prisoners'  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head  : 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  0  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 


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The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace  ! 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 
His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below 
To  cry,  "  Behold  the  Lamb  !" 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
I  may  but  gasp  his  name, 

Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
"  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  I" 

8  ft  L.  M.  WAT 

U  Baptism. 

JT1VAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

-L    "Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize:'1 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  "  Repent,  and'  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 
"For  the  remission  of  your  sins;" 

And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

3  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends,  like  purifying  rain. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord : 

0  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 
In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 


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C.  M.  WATT3. 

Children  embraced  in  the  Covenant. 

HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed ! 
"I  am  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 


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2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  : 

The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To  our  great  father  given  : 

He  takes  our  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  0  God,  how  faithful  are  thy  ways ! 
Thy  love  endures  the  same ; 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  thy  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 
00  L.  M.  WATTh 

UO     Seal  of  the  Abrahamic  Covenant. 

THUS  did  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  pass 
Under  the  bloody  seal  of  grace  : 
The  young  disciples  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Christ  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jesus  prove 
His  Father's  covenant  and  his  love  : 
He  seals  to  saints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  seed  is  sprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  set  apart  for  God  : 

His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  shed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  every  saint,  with  cheerful  voice, 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  : 
Young  children  in  their  early  days 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praise; 

0  Q  '  C.  M.  DODDIUDG& 

OO  Mark  x.  13-16. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
With  all-engaging  charms : 
Hark  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 


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-2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  : 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 

The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
3  "We  bring  them.  Lord,  in  thankful  hands 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  : 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

QA  C  M.  WATTS. 

V\J  Acts  xvi.  15,  33. 

THUS  Lydia  sanctified  her  house, 
When  she  received  the  word  : 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 

His  household  to  the  Lord. 
2  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  : 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

C.  M.  WATTS. 

Horn.  xi.  16,  17. 

GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
To  the  wild  olive-wood  : 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  same  blessings,  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  :   ' 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  saints 
Be  dedicate  to  God  : 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  wash  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed 
Shall  thy  salvation  come, 

And  numerous  households  meet  at  last 
In  one  eternal  home. 


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INSTITUTIONS.  63 

r  C.  M.  DODDRIDGE. 

x)h  Col.  iii.  1,  2. 

BAPTIZED  into  your  Saviour's  death, 
Your  souls  to  sin  must  die  : 
"With  Chris!,  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 
Enthroned,  divinely  fair; 

Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

3  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love  : 

Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

QO  6,6,6,6,S,8.  c.  Wesley. 

t/O  Baptismal  Consecration. 

BAPTIZED  into  thy  name, 
Mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Our  souls  and  bodies  claim 
A  sacrifice  to  thee : 
We  only  live  our  faith  to  prove, 
The  faith  which  works  by  humble  love. 

2  0  that  our  light  may  shine, 

And  all  our  lives  express 
The  character  divine, 
The  real  holiness  ! 
Then,  then  receive  us  up  V  adore 
The  Triune  God  for  evermore. 

Q/J  C.  M.  DODDRIDGE. 

V±  The  Lord's  Supper. 

THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
And  blessings  crown  the  board: 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 


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2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men 
And  endless  life  are  given, 

Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 

And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  All  things  are  ready :  come  away, 
Nor  weak  excuses  frame  : 

Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

Q  K  7s.  COJTOEBc 

uO  The  Lord's  Supper. 

BREAD  of  heaven  !  on  thee  we  feed ; 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  : 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread  ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 

Lord  !  thy  wounds  our  healing  give — 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died : 
Lord  of  life  !  0  let  us  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  ! 
QO  9,  8.  HEBER, 

uU  The  Lord's  Supper. 

BREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  ! 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed  ! 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 

And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ! 
2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken — 

Lock  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed ! 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


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(XTf  L.  M.  DODDRIDGE, 

V  I  Eucharistic  Yow. 

0  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 

Lot  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'lis  done — the  great  transaction's  done  ! 

1  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart: 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest: 

With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
QQ  CM.  c.  WESLH?. 

VO  The  Sabbath. 

COME,  let  us  join  with  one  accord 
In  hymns  around  the  throne  ! 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which 'God  hath  blest, 
The  brightest  of  the  seven, 

Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 
The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 

3  Then  let  us  in  his  name  sing  on, 
And  hasten  to  that  day 

When  our  Redeemer  shall  come  down, 
And  shadows  pass  away. 
5 


66  INSTITUTIONS. 

4  Not  one,  but  all  our  days  below, 

Let  us  in  hymns  employ; 
And  in  our  Lord  rejoicing,  go 

To  his  eternal  joy. 

QQ  C.  M.  WAT1 

i)  V  The  Lord' s-day  Morning. 

THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 
So  early  from  the  dead  : 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eyelids  closed, 

And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  ? 
2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell ; 
And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 

And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 
f>  To-day  with  pleasure  Christians  meet, 

To  pray  and  hear  the  word  ; 
And  I  will  go  with  cheerful  feet, 

To  learn  thy  will,  0  Lord. 
4  I'll  leave  my  sports  to  read  and  pray, 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven  : 
0  may  I  love  this  blessed  day 

The  best  of  all  the  seven  ! 

1  f|f|  S.  M.  WATl 

Sabbath  Morning. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  : 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day : 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  within  the  place 
V/hich  thou  dost,  Lord,  frequent, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
In  sinful  pleasures  snent. 


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4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

1  A  1  7s.  NEWTON, 

Ul  Sabbath  Morning. 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way : 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day: 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise : 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints,-  — 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

1 09  lls- 

l\J/0  Sabbath  Morning. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of 
rest, 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love  best ! 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 


68  INSTITUTIONS. 

2  0  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-da^ 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play : 
Remembering  these  seasons  were  graciously 

given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 

3  In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence  and 

fear, 
"When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere: 
In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it  with 

care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me 

there. 

4  Instruct  me,  my  Saviour  :  a  child  though  Ibe, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee  : 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways : 
I  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  giva 

thee  the  praise. 

"J  AO  L.  M.  JANE  TATLOR, 

1UO  Sabbath  Morning. 

THIS  day  belongs  to  God  alone, 
He  chooses  Sunday  for  his  own; 
And  we  must  neither  work  nor  play, 
Because  it  is  the  Sabbath-day. 

2  'Tis  well  to  have  one  day  in  seven, 
That  we  may  learn  the  way  to  heaven : 
Or  else  we  never  should  have  thought 
About  religion  as  we  ought. 

3  Then  let  us  spend  it  as  we  should, 
In  serving  God  and  being  good; 
And  not  forget  when  Sunday's  gone 
What  texts  the  sermons  were  upon. 

4  We  ought,  to-day,  to  learn  and  seek 
What  we  may  think  of  all  the  week, 
And  be  the  better  every  day, 

For  what  we  hear  our  teachers  say. 


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5  And  every  Sabbath  should  be  pass'd 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last; 
For  what  would  dying  sinners  give 
To  have  one  Sabbath  more  to  live  ! 

1  A  \  C.  M.  WATTSk 

I  U  X  Psalm  v.  1-8. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  : 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there  : 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness, 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face  ! 

1A^  L.  M.  WATT8, 

1  \JO  Psalm  xcii. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing. 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast: 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  I 


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3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  i 

4  Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

I  AO  C.  M.  WATT* 

lUO  Psalm  cxviii.  24. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own : 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead. 
And  Satan's  empire  fell  : 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  0  Lord,  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne  ! 

]f\rf  C.  M.  c.  wESLfir. 

U  I  Rev.  i.  10. 

MAY  I  throughout  this  day  of  thine 
Be  in  thy  Spirit,  Lord- 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine, 

That*  trembles  at  thy  word — 
2  Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise, 

And  fix  on  things  above — 
Spirit  of  sacrifice  and  praise, 
Of  ii  )liness  and  love. 


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I  AQ  L.  M.  WATT& 

UO        The  Lord's-day  Evening. 
LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray :  . 
They  hear  of  heaven  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go : 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  ! 

Not  all  my  pleasures,  nor  my  play, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  0  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrines  of  thy  word  : 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  V/ith  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  : 

That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

1  A  Q  L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR 

Sabbath  Evening. 

WE'VE  pass'd  another  Sabbath  day, 
And  heard  of  Jesus  and  of  heaven: 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  word,  and  pray 

That  this  day's  sins  may  be  forgiven. 
May  all  we  heard  and  understood 

Be  well  remember'd  through  the  week, 
And  help  to  make  us  wise  and  good, 
More  humble,  diligent,  and  meek. 

3  Bless  our  good  minister,  we  pray, 
Who  loves  to  see  a  child  attend; 

And  let  us  honour  and  obey 

The  words  of  such  a  holy  friend. 

4  So  when  our  lives  are  finish'd  here,    , 
And  days  and  Sabbaths  shall  be  o'er, 

May  we  along  with  him  appear, 
To  serve  and  love  thee  evermore. 


no 


72  INSTITUTIONS. 

6s. 
Sabbath  Evening. 

THE  light  of  Sabbath  eve- 
Is  fading  fa.st  away  : 
What  record  will  it  leave, 

To  crown  the  closing  day? 
Is  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroy'd  ? 
Or  have  these  moments  lent, 
Been  sacredly  employ'd  ? 

2  How  dreadful  and  how  drear,. 
In  yon  dark  world  of  pain, 

Will  Sabbaths  lost  appear, 

That  cannot  come  again  ! 
Then  in  that  hopeless  place 

The  wretched  soul  will  say, 
"  I  had  those  hours  of  grace, 

But  cast  them  all  away." 

3  To  waste  the  Sabbath  hours, 
0  may  we  never  dare  : 

Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours 
These  sacred  days  of  prayer; 

But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  love ; 

And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 
Of  that  sweet  rest  above. 

Ill  S.  M.  MONTGOA1EB?; 

X  1    Sabbath  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. 
THE  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 
The  Sabbath  is  our  day, 
For  then  we  read  and  hear  God's  word, 
We  learn  to  praise  and  pray ! 

2  'Ours  is  the  Sunday-school, 

Its  lessons  may  we  prize  ; 
And  grow  by  every  gospel  rule, — 

Unto  salvation  wise. 


INSTITUTIONS.  73 

3  So  all  our  lives  below. 

In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways, 
The  fruits  of  Sunday-schools  shall  show, 
The  bliss  of  Sabbath-days. 

4  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  send 
Prosperity  and  peace, 

Till  tasks  and  teaching  here  shall  end, 
Tongues  fail,  and  knowledge  cease. 

5  Then  heaven  itself  shall  be 
One  Sunday-school  above; 

And  undisturb'd  eternity 
One  Sabbath-day  of  love. 

11  *)  L.  M.  DODDRIDGH 

±U  The  Eternal  Sabbath. 

rPHINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love; 
J-    But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above : 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress ; 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place : 
No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin, 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin: 
F.ain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


74  THE    GOSPEL   CALL. 


113 


SECT.  V.-THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

6,6,6,6,8,8.  C.  TfESLET. 


The  Year  of  Jubilee. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound : 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  re^1   ?  'St  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made: 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come,     ' 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb : 

Redemption  through  his  blood 
Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive, 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
Your  heritage  above, 

Receive  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  horne* 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace  j 


THE   GOSPEL    CALL.  ib 

And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

11  /j  L.  M.  c.  WESLET 

1  X  The  Gospel  Feast. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest : 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 
2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  calL 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 
Come,  all  the  world!  come,  sinner,  thou! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 
«S  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  opprest, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest, 
Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive : 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live: 

0  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain ! 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace  ! 

1   1   K  C.  M.  WATTfik 

1  0  Isaiah  lv.  1-3. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice: 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
V\rith  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toya 
To  fill  an  empty  mind : 


/O  THE    GOSPEL    CALL. 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  hath  prepared 
A  soul-reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  pine  avray  and  die, 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
In  a  rich  ocean,  join  : 

Salvation,  in  abundance,  flows 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day: 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

1  1  fa  8,7,4.  ha* 

1  J-  U  The  Invitation. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger: 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 


THE    GOSPEL    CALL.  77 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heary  laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely : 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

11  Ti  7s.  BARBAULB, 

1   i  "  Come  unto  me." 

COME  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice. 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choica: 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home: 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come. 

2  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ! 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


(0  THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

11   Q  12s.  THORXBYL 

1  O         The  voice  of  free  grace. 
THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to 
the  mountain  \" 
For  Adam's  lost  race,   Christ  hath  open'd  a 

fountain : 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgres- 
sion, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salva- 
tion. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  xcho  h'as  bought  us  a 

pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  fiass  over 
Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  Jesus  repair: 
'N'ow  he  calls  you  in  mercy — and  can  you  for- 
bear ? 

Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a 

mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from  the 

fountain. 

3  !\ow  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly 

glorious,     * 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than 
victorious : 

To  him  we  will  join  with  the  great  congrega- 
tion, 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 

the  shore : 
With  hai*ps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him 

the  more: 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of 

the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 


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f,8,7,6,7,6,r,6.  newtoh. 

The  Great  Physician. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! 
The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin: 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain : 

But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  aii'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  everj7  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician — 
How  matchless  is  his  grace ! 

Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case : 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

4  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give: 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  <rnly — look,  and  live. 


80  THE   GOSPEL   CALL. 

"J  OA  8,7.  NEWTOK 

MERCY,  0  thou  Son  of  David  ! 
Thus  blind  B:irtimeus  prayed  : 
Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid  : 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still  j 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  used  to  live; 

But  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give  : 

"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day:" 

Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
FollowM  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  0  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around  : 

"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

0  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 

Surely,  would  they  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

mC.  M.  E.  J0NK8, 

Come  to  Jesus. 
COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 

A'nd  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose : 

1  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


THE    GOSPEL    CALL.  8! 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  rny  guilt  confess: 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives: 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps,  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps,  will  hear  my  prayer; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  hut  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolved  to  try; 

Tor  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die. 

7  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
When  I  the  King  have  tried, 

This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought  I) 
As  sinner  never  died. 
6s. 
Sinner,  come. 

SINNER,  come,  mid  thy  gloom, 
All  thy  guilt  confessing, 
Trembling  now,  contrite  bow, 
Take  the  ofi'er'd  blessing. 

2  Sinner,  come,  while  there's  room 
While  the  feast  is  waiting — 

While  the  Lord,  by  his  word, 
Kindly  is  inviting. 

3  Sinner,  come,  lo!  the  tomb 
Opens  wide  before  thee! 

See  death  stand— lift  his  hand- 
Waiting  to  devour  thee. 

4  Sinner,  come,  ere  thy  doom 
Shall  be  seal'd  for  ever: 


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82  THE    GOSPEL    CALL. 

Now  return,  grieve  and  mourn, 
Flee  to  Christ  the  Saviour. 

100  7s.  C.  WESLET, 

J  CitJ  The  Expostulation. 

SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why! 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live — ■ 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ! 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucifyyour  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why ! 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

1  i)A  L.  M.  GREGG, 

I  £)  X  Revelation  iii.  20. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still: 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
2  0  lovely  attitude  !     He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands: 


THE    GOSPEL    CALL.  83 

0  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  Friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  Friend  you  need ! 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
"With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine — 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 

That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

~\QZ  L-  M.  COLLYER 

1  &0  "Return  unto  me." 

RETURN,  0  wanderer,  return  ! 
And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face : 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart : 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  : 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear; 

'Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn:" 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

1  i)0  11,10.  MOORE. 

AwU  Come,  ye  Disconsolate. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come,  and  at  God's  altar  fervently  kneel; 


84  THE    GOSPEL    CALL. 

Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell 
your  anguish  : 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God  s  name 
saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Go,  ask  the  infidel  what  boon  he  brings  us, — 
What  charm  for  aching  hearts  he  can  reveal, 

Sweet  as  the  heavenly  promise  hope  sings  us, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  God  cannot  heal. 

mC.  M.  WATTS. 

Deceitfulness  of  Sin. 
SIX  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
To  practise  on  the  mind, 
"With  flattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  "With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  j'oung; 

And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 

But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  : 

Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

1b)Q  S.  M.  DODDHIDG* 

1/60  The  Warning. 

AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 
And  must  the  dead  arise? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ! — ■ 


THE    GOSPEL    CALL.  85 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  hefore  his  face, 
Astonish'd,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  gentle  voice 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear: 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 

And  find  salvation  there. 
•TQ  7s.  T.  SCOT* 

&V  "  Escape  for  thy  life." 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  : 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom,  if  thou  still  despise, 
Harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  : 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to'return  : 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work,  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest: 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 

Lest  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

QA  S.   M.  DODDRIDGE. 

t)\J     "Now  is  the  day  of  salvation." 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand, 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 


86  THE    GOSPEL    CALL. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  life  away  : 

0  !  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Waken  by  thine  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  : 
0  !  be  it  still  pursued, 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew' d. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 


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6,6,6,6,8,8.  HATTlELa, 

Psalm  xcv. 


COME,  let  us  gladly  sing 
To  God,  our  Saviour  King  : 
"With  thanks  his  presence  seek, 
In  psalms  his  praises  speak  : 
He's  God  most  high,  let  all  draw  nigh, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  earth  and  sky. 

2  He  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
He  made  this  spacious  earth : 
His  are  the  sea  and  land — 
They  rose  at  his  command. 

With  reverence  ail  before  him  fall, 
And  on  his  name  devoutly  call. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne, 
For  he  is  God  alone  : 

We  are  the  flock  he  leads — 

The  sheep  his  bounty  feeds  : 

To-day — to-day — his  voice  obey  : 

Grieve  not  the  Holy  Ghost  away. 


THE    GOSPEL   CALL.  87 

J  O/O  Danger  of  Delay. 

DELAY  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw  near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee : 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day : 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb  : 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not:  the  Spirit  of  grace, 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 

flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;   the  hour  is  at  hand, 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 

shall  fade, 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand : 
What  power  then,  0  sinner,  shall  lend  theo 
its  aid  ? 

1  QQ  12>8' 

lDD  The  Harvest  ispast. 

WHEN  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  sum- 
mer is  gone, 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er : 
When  tjie  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more : 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow, 
The  gospel  no  message  declare  : 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailingg 
of  wo  ! 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair ! 


35  THE   GOSPEL   CALL. 

2  "When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 
peace, 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above  : 
When  their  harmony  wakes,  in  the  fulness  of 
bliss, 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love  : 
Say,  0  sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swelling  of  sorrow  endure, 

Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom! 

IZ}A  L.  M.  HYDE. 

Djl  My  Sjiirit  shall  not  always  strive. 
QAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
O  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 

And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light : 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 

That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man : 

Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  : 

0  !  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


PENITENTIAL.  89 

SECT.  VI-PENITENTIAI  EXERCISES. 

1QX  S.  M.  e.  WESLEY, 

t)0        Praying  for  Repentance, 
OTHAT  I  could  repent, 
Wrth  all  my  idols  part; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart ! — 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest 
For  having  grieved  my  God : 

A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

.  The  penitent  desire  : 
With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  softening  pity  look, 
And  melt  my  hardness  down 

Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone  \ 

Iq/>  7,6,8.  c.wesley, 

t)\J        Praying  for  Repentance. 
JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  : 
False  to  thee  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored: 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above. 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ! 
liife,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  : 


90  PENITENTIAL, 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
3  Look  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  closed  that  we  might  live : 
"Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasp'd,)  "forgive!" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  ""lis  done  1* 
0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 

Thou  break'st  my  heart  of  stone ! 

Isyrf  l.  m.  -watts. 

O  I  Psalm  li.  1-4. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean : 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose,  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


PENITENTIAL.  91 

1  QQ  L-  M.  WATTS 

1  OO  Psa/w  li.  5-8. 

LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true : 
0  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 

My  danger  and  my  remedy ! 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  : 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean : 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  : 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  -t=.o^  : 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

6  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peac^ 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  : 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

1  QQ  7s.  GRANT. 

iOv  Litany. 

SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee  : 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes : 
0  !  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
Suffer' d  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


92  PENITENTIAL. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  grief  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness  : 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power : 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  and  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 

By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorn : 

By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries — 

By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  : 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye, 

Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

4  By  thy  deep,  expiring  groan, 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save : 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 

To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

1   A  A  L.  M. 

i  ±\J  Contrition  in  View  of  the  Cross. 

FAST  flow,  my  tears :  the  cause  is  great 
This  tribute  claims  an  injured  Friend  J 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 

"While  he  would  love  me  to  the  end. 
When  justice  frown'd  above  my  head, 
And  death  its  terrors  round  me  spread, 
He  interposed  the  wounds  he  bore, 
And  bade  me  live  to  die  no  more. 
2  Fast  flow,  my  tears  :  yet  faster  flow, 

Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide : 


PENITENTIAL.  93 

Who  was  it  gave  the  deadly  blow  ? 

"Who  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side? 
My  soul,  thy  victim  here  behold  ! 
What  pangs,  what  agonies  untold, 
While  justice,  arm'd  with  power  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what's  due  to  thine  ! 

3  Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow,  my  tears  : 

Now  break  this  heart  and  drown  these  eyes  : 
His  visage,  rnarr'd,  toward  heaven  he  rears, 

And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  c'ies  ! 
My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears,  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  gives  me,  in  some  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 

I    A  1  L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOH, 

1  JL  1  No  hiding  from  GocL 

AMONG  the  deepest  shades  of  night, 
Can  there  be  one  who  sees  my  way  ? 
Yes,  God  is  as  a  shining  light, 
That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  every  eye  around  me  sleeps, 
May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 

No  :  for  a  constant  watch  he  keeps, 
On  every  thought  of  every  soul. 

3  If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown, 
Where  human  feet  have  never  trod, 

Yet  there  I  should  not  be  alone  : 
On  every  side  there  would  be  God. 

4  He  smiles  in  heaven,  he  frowns  in  hell, 
He  fills  the  earth,  the  air,  the  sea : 

I  must  within  his  presence  dwell, 
I  cannot  from  his  anger  flee. 

5  Yet  I  may  flee — he  shows  me  where — 
To  Jesus  Christ  he  bids  me  fly ; 

And  while  I  seek  for  pardon  there, 
There's  only  mercy  in  his  eye. 


94  PENITENTIAL. 

1  Ai)  C.  M.  WATT* 

1  ±4j  Thou  God  seest  me. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  vre  commit, 
Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 

But  in  thy  dreadful  hook  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment-day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 
Be  read  and  publish'd  there  ? 

Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  foot  ashamed  I  lie  : 
Upward  I  dare  not  look  : 

Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 
That  my  Redeemer  felt, 

And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  fur  my  guilt. 

6  0  may  I  now  for  ever  fear 
T'  indulge  a  sinful  thought, 

Since  the  great  God  can  see  and  hear, 
And  writes  down  every  fault. 

1 1Q  c-  m. 

liy  Confession. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  !  God  of  grace  ! 
We  all,  like  sheep  astray, 
In  folly,  from  thy  paths  have  turn'd, 

Each  to  his  sinful  way. 
2  Sins  of  omission  and  of  act, 

Through  all  our  lives  abound  : 
Alas !  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
No  health  in  us  is  found. 


PENITENTIAL.  95 

3  0  spare  us,  Lord! — in  mercy  spare! 
Our  contrite  souls  restore, 

Through  Him  who  suffer'd  on  the  cross, 
And  man's  trangressions  bore. 

4  And  grant,  0  Father !  for  his  sake, 
That  we,  through  all  our  days, 

A  just  and  godly  life  may  lead, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 

1    A  A  S.  M.  JANE  TAYLOB, 

1  JLx.  The  Heart  broken  for  Sin  and  from  Si*» 

IF  Jesus  Christ  was  sent 
To  save  us  from  our  sin, 
And  kindly  teach  us  to  repent, 
We  should  at  once  begin. 

2  He  says  he  loves  to  see 
A  broken-hearted  one  : 

He  loves  that  sinners  such  as  we 
Should  mourn  for  what  we've  done. 

3  'Tis  not  enough  to  say 
We're  sorry  and  repent ; 

Yet  still  go  on  from  day  to  day 
Just  as  we  always  went. 

1  Repentance  is,  to  leave 

The  sins  we  loved  before 
And  show  that  we  in  earnest  grieve, 

By  doing  so  no  more. 

5  Lord,  make  us  thus  sincere, 
To  watch  as  well  as  pray  : 

However  small,  however  dear, 
Take  all  our  sins  away.  m 

6  And  since  the  Saviour  came 
To  make  us  turn  from  sin, 

With  holy  grief  and  humble  shame, 
We  would  at  once  begin. 


98  PENITENTIAL. 

I  A  K  "CM.  C.  WESLET, 

l^LU  The  Resolve. 

SHALL  I,  amid  a  ghastly  band, 
Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-seat, 
Far  on  the  left  with  horror  stand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet? — 

2  Dissolved  are  nature's  closest  ties, 
And  bosom-friends  forgot, 

When  God,  the  just  avenger,  cries, 
Depart,  I  know  you  not ! — ■ 

3  But  must  I  from  his  glorious  face, 
From  all  his  saints  retire  ? 

But  must  I  go  to  my  own  place 
In  everlasting  fire  ? — 

4  Ah  !  no — I  still  may  turn  and  live, 
For  still  his  wrath  delays  : 

He  now  vouchsafes  a  kind  reprieve 
And  offers  me  his  grace. 

5  I  will  accept  his  offers  now — 
From  every  sin  depart : 

Perform  my  oft-repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  my  heart. 

6  I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 
The  grace  through  Jesus  given  : 

Sure,  if  with  God  on  earth  I  live, 
To  live  with  God  in  heaven. 

]AO  L.  M.  STEELH 

lU         "  ]Jre  will  nerve  the  Lord" 
MAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord, 
Kor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
"Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 
2  0,  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 

Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 

And  join  in  labours  so  divine 


PENITENTIAL.  97 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 

To  yield  to  bis  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  0,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways : 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praiee. 

1  ATi  L.  M.  COLLTBWl 
i-  JC  I           Renouncing  the   World. 

I  LEAVE  the  world  with  willing  feet, 
Great  God,  to  find  repose  in  thee : 
Once  its  enchantments,  soft  and  sweet, 
Threw  silken  fetters  over  me. 

2  Vice  pointed  to  a  flowery  vale, 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  seem'd  to  rcIL 
And  every  sweet,  on  every  gale, 

Press'd  through  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

3  Imagination  lent  her  aid 

To  strengthen  every  dangerous  snare ; 
But  soon  the  flattering  vision  fled, 
And  gave  its  victim  to  despair. 

4  My  youth,  restored  from  fatal  wiles, 
Has  learn'd  temptation's  power  to  fear, 

To  dread  Ishe  world's  delusive  smiles, 
And  'scape  the  fowler's  cruel  snare. 

1   AQ  6,6,6,6,8,8.      jane  tati  o* 

X  lO        Renouncing  the  World. 

COME,  my  fond,  fluttering  heart, 
Come,  struggle  to  be  free ! 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be  : 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 
But  clings  yet  closer  to  the  dust, 
2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear — 
Ye  dearest  idols,  fall : 
7 


98  PEMTENTIAL. 

My  love  ye  must  not  share — 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 
'Tis  bit'.er  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart, 
But,  ah  !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart. 

3  Te  fair  enchanting  throng  ! 
Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ! 

Earth  has  prevail'd  too  long, 
And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
Ye  cherish'd  joys  of  early  years — 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  0  may  I  feel  thy  worth ! 
And  let  no  idol  dare, 

No  vanity  of  earth, 

With  thee,  my  Lord,  compare  : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

1    \  Q  C.  M.  WATTft 

*   it/  Psalm  cxix. 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  0  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere : 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

4  Make  mo  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
'Tis  a  delightful  road ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 


PENITENTIAL.  99 

]K/\  7s.  NEWTON, 

DU  The  Suit. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare — 
Jesug  loves  to  answer  prayer  : 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  the  King : 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest — 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

I   ^  1  S.  M.  NEWTON. 

1  U  1       Bcqqing  the  Bread  of  Life. 

HUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor, 
Behold  us,  Lord,  again 
Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 
Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 

2  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 
Or  we  should  starve  indeed; 

For  we  no  money  have,  to  buy, 
No  righteousness  to  plead. 

3  The  food  our  spirits  want 
Thy  hand  alone  can  give  ! 

0  hear  the  prayer  of  faitb,  and  grant 
That  we  may  eat  and  live. 

1  KO  Us. 

IV/Cl  The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name : 
Thy  kingdom,  all  holy,  on  earth  be  the  same 


100  PENITENTIAL. 

0  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread  : 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgression,  and  teach  us  to 

know 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe, 
Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  an<7 

sin; 
And  thine  be  the  glory,  for  ever.  Amen. 


153 


S.  M.  c.  we 

Surrendering  the  Heart. 

WHEN  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest? 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 
My  wandering  to  and  fro? 

Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life: 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 
To  me  did  freely  move  : 

It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  faces 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
I  groan  to  be  set  free  : 

I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

5  To  rescue  me  from  wo, 

Thou  didst  with  all  things  partf 
Didst  lead  a  suffering  life  below, 
To  gain  my  worthless  heart. 

6  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 
The  God  of  all  that  breathe 

Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man 
And  died  a  cursed  death. 


PENITENTIAL.  101 

1   J^A  8.  M.  C.  WESLEY. 

1  UT        Surrendering  the  Heart. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 

1  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, — 
And  own  tbee  conqueror  ! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake— 
My  friends,  my  all  resign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  0  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove  : 

Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know, 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 
Thou  all-sufficient  art  ; 

My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

i  KK  S.  M.  KBWToa 

tOu  Bethesda. 

BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought : 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely,  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 


102  PENITENTIAL. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 

Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Here,  then,  from  day  tc  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try  : 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

5  No  :  he  is  full  of  grace  : 
He  never  will  permit 

A  soul,  that  fain  would  s^.e  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 

IXfi  CM.  -RAT 

I  U\J         "Help  tJiou  my  unbelief." 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : 

Ho  J  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief : 

I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
0  help  my  unbelief! 

4  To  the  bless'd  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly: 

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
Into  thy  arms  I  fall : 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus  and  my  all. 


PENITENTIAL.  103 

T  KTi  CM.  C.  WESLBr. 

1  0  i  Praying  for  Faith. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
No  other  help  I  know : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 

What  pain,  what  labour,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

3  0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power  ! 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 

0  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies  ! 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  :: 
0  speak,  and  I  shall  live : 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  see  thy  face : 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quickening  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pardoning  grace  ! 

1  KO  CM.  WATT3, 

I  OCj      Surrendering  at  the  Cross. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  don© 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pit}'  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 


104:  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin  ! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears : 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away : 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

IK  Q  7s.  C.  WESLEY 

O  V       Seeking  Refuge  in  Christ. 
JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  : 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last : 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 

Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone: 
Still  support  and  comfort  me ! 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring : 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name : 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  : 


PENITENTIAL.  105 

False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am: 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within: 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art: 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart : 

Rise  to  all  eternity ! 

!  Of\  C.  M.  NEWTOK 

I  DU  The  Effort. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer : 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 

Thou  call'st  the  burden'd  soul  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  prest, 

By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  0  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name. 

6  "Poor  tempest- tossed  soul,  be  still, 
My  promised  grace  receive  :"~— 

'Tis  Jesus  spe?,ks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  oan,  I  do  believe. 


106  PENITENTIAL. 

1  O  1  L.  M.  CENNICK. 

1  D  1  "  I  am  the  Way." 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon : 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not : 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

u  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  bless'd  Lamh. 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  : 

Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found : 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 

1  £0  8,8,8,6. 
10/0                   The  Venture. 

JUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


PENITENTIAL.  107 

3  Just  as  I  am — though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within  and  wars  without— 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind : 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 
1  £€>  6,6,4,6,6,6,4.      mrs.  palmbb. 

1UO  Self -consecration  at  the  Cross. 
Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray: 
Take  ail  my  guilt  away: 
0  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire : 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 


M: 


108  PENITENTIAL. 

Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside ! 
4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
"When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll — 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  : 

0  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransom'd  soul ! 

1  PA  C.  M.  NEWTO* 

lUl  Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood, 

Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  : 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guiitj 
And  plunged  me  in  despair: 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive : 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid : 

1  die,  that  thou  mayst  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  display! 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


PENITENTIAL.  109 

t  p^  S.  M.  0.  WESLEY, 

1  \)t)  Waiting  at  the  Cross. 

FATHER,  I  dare  believe 
Thee  merciful  and  true  : 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  bid  my  heart  be  clean : 

An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart 
But  by  believing  thee, 

And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
Jesus,  the  grace  bestow: 

Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

IA  /l  C.  M.  WATTS. 

0  D       Waiting  for  the  Blessing. 

FATHER,  I  wait  before  thy  throne — 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  form  my  heart  divine. 
2  There  shed  thy  promised  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comfort  strong; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God  !" 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

1  nrf  8,8,6.  c.  WESLET. 

lU  I     Panting  for  the  Love  of  God. 

0LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


110  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell. 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  : 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see, 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God : 

0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 
In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 

For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine : 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine ! 
Be  mine  this  better  part ! 

4  0  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
^y  i°J>  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

1  £0  C.  M.  COWPEI* 

IVO        The  Backslider's  Prayer. 

OF  OR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  i  once  enjoy'd"! 
How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  dro?e  thee  from  my  breast. 


PENITENTIAL.  1H 

5  The  clearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  : 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


169 


7S.  C.  WESLKT 

The  Backslider's  Plea. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace — 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face — ■ 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Lo!  I  cumber  still  the  ground: 
Lo  !  an  Advocate  is  found  ! 

"  Hasten  not  to  cut  him  down: 
Let  this  barren  soul  alone I" 

4  Jesus  speaks,  and  pleads  his  blood : 
He  disarms  the  wrath  of  God ! 

Now  my  Father's  bowels  move — 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 

5  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare: 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  !" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

6  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands — 
Shows  his  wjunds,  and  spreads  his  hande, 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel : 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 


112       CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

SECT.  TIL-CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

1  rVA  C.  M.  C.  WESLET 

J    lli  Miracles  of  Grace. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  : 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  : 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelPd  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free : 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  : 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks — and,  listening  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive : 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  : 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf:  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  : 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

mC.  M.  COWPKR. 

Praise  for  Saving  Faith. 
OF  all  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Thou  Giver  of  all  good, 
Not  heaven  itself  a  richer  knows 

Than  my  Redeemer's  blood. 
2  Faith,  too,  the  blood-receiving  grace, 
From  the  same  hand  we  gain, 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       113 

Else,  sweetly  as  it  suits  our  case, 
That  gift  had  been  in  vain 

3  Blind  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
"What  misery  we  endure  ! 

Yet  fly  that  hand  from  which  alone 
"We  could  expect  a  cure. 

4  We  praise  thee,  and  would  praise  thee  more, 
To  thee  our  all  we  owe — 

The  precious  Saviour,  and  the  power 
That  makes  him  precious,  too. 

1 PVO  8,7.  ■wiNGitova, 

1   1/6  Gratitude  for  Pardon. 

HAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ! 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing : 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
0  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven! 

0  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  : 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay, 

Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

"Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 
My  Piedeemer's  tenderness : 

Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  : 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 
Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above! 

While,  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  lovet 

That  bless'd  moment  I  received  him 
Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 

Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  : 
I'm  a  miracle  of  gracs. 


114      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

m6.6,6.fi.S,S.  C.  WESLEY. 

"We  cry,  Alba,  Father." 
ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  liver  above, 
For  me  to  intercede: 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead : 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  speak  for. me: 
"Forgive  him,  0  forgive,"  they  cry, 
"Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die  !" 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  Anointed  One  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled,. 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

mS.  M.  -WATT8, 

Adoption. 
BEHOLD  !  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestow'd 


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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       115 

On  sinners  of  a.  mortal  race — 
To  call  them  sons  of  Godl 

2  Nor  does  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  h 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  uur  souls  from  sense  »nd  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lurd,  is  pure. 

4  We  would  no  longer  lie 
Like  slaves  beneath  the  thro 

My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

S.  M.  C.  WESLEY. 

Wittiess  of  Adoption. 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  i 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen 
With  confidence  we  tell; 

And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men 
The  signs  infallible. 

3  We  who  in  Christ  believe 
That  he  for  us  hath  died, 

We  all  his  unknown  peace  recci 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
Disburden'd  of  her  load, 

And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

5  Stronger  than  death  or  holl 
The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 

And  concpierors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 


j  16      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

1  JTff\  8,8,6.  '  guioh 

A   i  0   [Translated  from  the  French,  by  Cowper.] 

Bliss  of  Adoption. 

HOW  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 
How  pure  the  bliss  they  share  ! 
Hid  from  the  world,  and  all  its  eyes, 
"Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 
And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours  ; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  our  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
And  if  we  serve  with  heart  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  undisputed  claim. 

3  But,  ah  !  if  foul  and  wilful  sin 

n  and  dishonour  us  within, 

Farewell  the  joy  we  knew : 
Again  the  slaves  of  nature's  sway, 
In  labyrinths  of  our  own  we  stray, 

"Without  a  guide  or  clue. 

4  The  chaste  and  pure,  who  fear  to  grieve 
The  gracious  Spirit  they  receive, 

His  work  distinctly  trace, 
And  strong  in  undissembling  love, 
Boldly  assert  and  clearly  prove 

Their  hearts  his  dwelling-place. 

5  0  Messenger  of  dear  delight, 
Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night, 

Sweet  peace-proclaimirig  Dove ! 
"With  thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains. 
17'i  wish  unsatisfied  remains, 

No  task,  but  that  of  love. 

mS.  M.  C.  WESLEY, 

Depending  on  Christ. 
JESUS,  my  truth,  my  way, 
My  sure,  unerring  light, 


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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.      117 

On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  wisdom  and  my  guide, 
My  counsellor  thou  art: 

O  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart ! 

3  I  lift  imne  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  giacious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  ru£.y  now  enlighten'd  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause  ; 
But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love,- 
And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 
In  all  things  to  depend 

On  thee :  0  never,  Lord,  depart, 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6.        c.  itBgurt 
Only  Jesus. 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good  ! 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood. 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 
2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  si 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  froin  *endless  wo 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 


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3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace,. 
And  pleasure  without  end  : 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend, 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  knuw, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

4  0  that  I  could  all  invite, 
This  saving  truth  to  prove,— 

Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

1 7Q  7s- 

l    ttt  '•  Lovest  thou  me?"  COWPEEfc 

HARK,  my  soul, — it  is  the  Lord! 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
2  "I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
And,  when  bleeding,  heal'i  thy  wound — 
Sought  thee  wandering,  sjtt  thee  right,. 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 
S  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death, 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.         119 

Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore  : 

0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

1  QA  C.  M.  DODT»RIDGEi 

lOU   "Thou  hnoioest  that  I  love  thee." 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ?  • 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

1  would  disdain  to  feed? 

Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  "Would  not  mine  ardent  spirit  vie 
With  angels  round  the  throne, 

To  execute  thy  sacred  will, 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honour  of  thy  name  ? 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

7  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 
But  0  !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


120      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

I  Q  1  8,7,4. 

1  O  1   "  Whom  not  having  seen,  we  love," 

0THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee — 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour: 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near, — 

Manifests  his  pardoning  favour, 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  ! 

1  with  them  will  still  be  vying, 
Glory  !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

0  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

4  Angels  now  are  hovering  round  us, 
Unperceived  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong  ! 

]  Oi)  C.  M.  WATT* 

I Xj  AJ  The  principal  Grace. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear : 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 


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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.        121 

3  "lis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move: 

The  devils  know  and  tremble  too; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease : 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 

The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  Gud. 

8,7.  R.  ROBINSOX 

Gratitude. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it — 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 
Hither,  by  thy  help,  I'm  come ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God: 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  0 !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee! 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 


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122       CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Here's  iny  heart,  0  take  and  seal  it! 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

8,8,8,8,8,8.  j.  WESLE7. 

From  the  German  of  Tersteegen. 
Sacrificing  all  for  Christ. 

THOU  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height, 
"Whose  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows, 

1  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 
Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose : 

My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share? 
Ah,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  lord  of  every  motion  there  ! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 

3  0  Love,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 
To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care: 

Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart, 

Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there: 
Make  me  thy  duteous  child,  that  I 
Ceaseless  may  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

4  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 
My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call : 

Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 

"  I  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All!" 
To  feel  thy  power,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  taste  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 

]OX  L.  M-  GREG6. 

lOU  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 

JE.il'S  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.       123 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus!   that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  J 
No:  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

1  Q  fi  8s.  c.  WESLET 

lOD  Delight  in  Christ. 

THOU  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 
The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 
I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art. 

2  The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 
Where  all,  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 

Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

And  screen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  (lock, 
There  only  I  covet  to  rest : 

To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast. 

4  'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 
And  never  a  moment  depart  : 

Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 
Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

1   Qry  8s.  NEWTON. 

lO  I  De&ght  in  Christ. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me, — 


124      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice : 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  . 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign' d  : 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 

Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  : 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

1  QQ  L.  M.  cowpee, 

1  OO  Fountain  of  Delujht. 

I  THIRST;  but  not  as  once  I  did, 
•The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share: 
Thy  wuuuds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 
2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things ; 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.       125 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 

And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  mj'rtle  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  Fountain  of  delight  unknown! 
No  longer  sink  below  the  brim ; 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 
A  living  and  life-giving  stream  ! 

5  For,  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 

None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit,  than  I. 

|  O  Q  7s.  TOPLADT 

I  O  V  Source  of  Joy. 

OBJECT  of  my  first  desire, 
Jesus  !  crucified  for  me : 
All  to  happiness  aspire 

Only  to  be  found  in  thee  : 
Thee  to  praise,  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  our  bliss  below  : 
Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 

2  Lord  !  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny  : 

Lord  !  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die. 
Source  and  giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  tby  smile  it  flows  : 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine — 
Mine  they  are>  if  thou  art  mine. 

3  "While  I  feel  thy  love  to  me, 
Every  object  teems  with  joy  : 

Here,  0  may  I  walk  with  thee — 
Then  into  thy  presence  die  ! 


126       CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Let  me  but  thyself  possess, 
Total  turn  of  happiness  ! 
Ileal  bliss  I  then  shall  prove, 
Heaven  below,  and  heaven  above. 

]QA  C.  M.  NEWTOK. 

V\J       H<rppinexs  in  Christ  alone. 
JET  worldly  minds  tie  world  pursue, 
J  It  has  no  charms  for  me: 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 
No  more  content  afford  : 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd : 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  awa}-, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 
I  bid  them  all  depart : 

His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

1Q  1  L.   M.  C.  WESLEY, 

V  1  Proverbs  iii.  13-18. 

HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy,  beyond  description,  he 

Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me  V* 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer. 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       127 

4  Her  hands  arc  fill'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise — 
Riches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd, 

And  honour  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains : 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owns,  and  shall  for  ever  own, 
"Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 

1  QO  11,9.  C.  WESLEY. 

1  O  U    Ecstasy  of  the  new-horn  Soul. 

HOW  happy  are   they  Who  their  Saviour 
obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 
Tongue  cannot  express  The  sweet  comfort  and 
peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine,  When  the  favour 

divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  : 
When  my  heart  it  believed,  What  a  joy  I  re* 

ceived, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below  My  Redeemer  to  knovr, 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  fall* at  his  feet,  And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long  Was  my  joy  and  my 

song: 
0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried,  He  hath  suffar'd 
and  died, 
To  redeem  a  poor  rebel  like  me. 


128      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

0  On  the  wings  of  his  love  I  was  carried  above 
All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain : 

1  could  not  believe  That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky,  Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat : 

My  soul  mounted  higher  In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  0  the  rapturous  height  Of  that  holy  delight, 
"Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possest,  I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


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10,11.  C.  WESLEY. 

Heaven  below. 

MY  God,  I  am  thine,  "What  a  comfort  divine, 
What  a  blessing  to  know  that  my  Jesus 
is  mine ! 
In  the  heavenly  Lamb,  Thrice  happy  I  am, — 
My  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  sound  of  his  name. 

2  True  pleasures  abound  In  the  rapturous  sound: 
"Whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradise  found : 
My  Jesus  to  know,  And  feel  his  blood  flow,— 
Tis  life  everlasting,  'tis  heaven  below. 

3  Yet  onward  I  haste  To  the  heavenly  feast: 
That,  that  is  the  fulness :  but  this  is  the  taste  ! 
And  this  I  shall  prove,  Till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  th'  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jesus's  Jove. 

mS.  M.  WATT& 

Rejoicing  in  God. 
COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
While  ye  surround  his  throne. 


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2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Bo  banish 'd  from  the  place! 

Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  God ; 

But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
That  all  the  earth  surveys, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  seas — 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  Love; 

He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers. 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  : 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below: 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow: 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields-? 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry : 

We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


130      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

1  Q  £  S.  M.  WATTS. 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

MY  God,  my  life,  mv  love  ! 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call : 

1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeun  where  I  dwell: 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here — 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  'To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  : 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
1  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

"Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul. 
5  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 

0  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 

IQfi  C.  M.  WATTS* 

£/U  JRejoiciii'j  in  God. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  : 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  ehine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

If  Jesus  show  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whisper  I  am  his. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       131 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe  : 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

1  (\rf  C.  M.  WATT3. 

J  V  I       **  The  Lord  is  my  portion." 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  "What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 

There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 
If  once  compared  to  thee  : 

Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore : 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

]QO  L.  M.  c.  WESLEY, 

OQ    Seeking  perfect  Rest  in  Christ. 
OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down ! 
To  lay  my  soid  at  Jesus'  feet ! 


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2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thy  image  on  mj  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free: 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  halluw'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

iQQ  C.  M.  .  C.  WESLEY 

V  V       Seeking  the  Best  of  Faith. 
LORD,  I  helieve  a  rest  remains, 
To  all  thy  people  known; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone  : 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above  : 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  0  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  hearty 
This  unbelief  remove : 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 


OAA  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY, 

jQ\J\J     Seeking  perfect  Purification. 
T?OR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
X     Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  : 
Tills  all  my  hone,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  ard  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  "Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own, 
Wash  me,  and  mine -thou  art: 

"Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve, 

Till  hope  in  fufl  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

OA1  CM.  C.WESLEY. 

U\J  1        Praying  for  a  holy  Heart. 

0F011  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 

AT  here  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within: 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine : 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good— 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 


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Q|~H~)  S.  M.  C.  WESLET. 

U\J u  Entire  Sanctification. 

OCOME  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within  ! 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin. 

2  This  inward,  dire  disease, 
Spirit  of  health,  remove, 

Spirit  of  finish' d  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
Which  shall  iriy  sins  consume, 

"When  old  things  shall  be  done  away,. 
And  all  things  new  become. 

4  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 
That  all  I  do  is  right,  t 

t    According  to  thy  will  and  word, 
Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

5  I  ask  no  higher  state, 
Indulge  me  but  in  this; 

And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss. 

OAQ  8>7-  C.  WE&LEY. 

6\JD  Perfect  Love. 

LOVE  Divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down : 
Pix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown! 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art: 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 
2  Breathe,  0  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest: 


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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       135 

Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning: 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 

Thee  -we  would  be  always  blessing: 
Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above : 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation, 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  : 

Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 

7s.  c.  WESLET 

Entire  Consecration  to  God. 

FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done : 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 

2  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 
May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 

All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive: 
Claim  me  for  thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

3  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers: 
Take  my  memory,  mind,  and  will : 


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lo6      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel : 
All  I  thinl?,  or  speak,  or  do  : 
Take  my  heart — but  make  it  new ! 

S.  M.  C.  WE8LET 

Entire  Consecration. 

LORD,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 

I  consecrate  to  thee. 
2  Thy  ransom'd  servant,  I 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own ; 
And,  from  this  moment,  live  or  dis 

To  serve  my  God  alone. 
L?  L.  M.  J.  WESLEY. 

From  the  FreDch. 
Entire  Co nsecration. 

COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above  ! 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of^earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  0  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  day  and  night  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 

I  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glittering  snares,  adieu  ! 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  1*11  seek, 
In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine, 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul : 

Possess  it,  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       137 

Ory  8.7,4.  WILLIAM? 

/         The  Christian  Pilgrimage. 

GUIDE  rue,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty: 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flowj 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  deliverer! 
Le  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Lid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6.  seagrays 

The  Christian  Pilgrimage. 

SISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace: 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  inoon,*and  stars  decay: 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove: 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 
2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course : 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face. 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


138      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn : 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  : 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

OAQ  C.   M.  JAJxS  TATL03 

/Q\JO  The  Narrow  Way. 

THERE  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 
All  others  go  astray  : 
Narrow,  but  pleasant  is  the  road, 
And  Christians  love  the  way. 

2  It  leads  straight  through  this  world  of  sin, 
And  dangers  must  be  pass'dj 

But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein 
Will  come  to  heaven  at  last: 

3  While  the  broad  road  where  thousands  go 
Lies  near,  and  opens  fair ; 

And  many  turn  aside,  I  know, 
To  walk  with  sinners  there. 

4  But  lest  my  feeble' steps  should  slide, 
Or  wander  from  the  way, 

Lord,  condescend  to  be  my  guide, 
And  I  shall  never  stray. 

21  A  7s.  CENNICK. 

1  U  The  Pilgrim's  Sang. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing — 
Bing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       139 

3  0  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  oar  Advocate  is  made — 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  soula  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  Ave  still  will  follow  thee. 

Oil  C.  M.  WATT& 

,611  Psalm  lxxi.  15. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  p raise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 

Send  down  thy  grace,  0  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road ; 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake  !  awake  !  my  tuneful  powers  : 
"With  this  delightful  song, 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

b")  1  Q  C.  M.  DODDRIDGE, 

6  1  U  The  Christian  Race. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 


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2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 

i'orget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tie  God's  ail-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high : 

'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 

When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Lless'd  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 

And  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honours  down. 

i)  1   Q  C.  M.  WATTS 

U  1  O        The  Christian  Warfare. 

Aid  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
•     2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ?  • 
3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
i  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord: 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  concpuer,  though  they  die ; 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       141 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

By  faith  they  bring  i;  nigh. 
6  When  that  illustrious  Jay  .shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory,  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

01  A  S.  M.  C.  WESLEY 

Zli:  Eph.  vi.10.    • 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise  ! 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  iu  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 

Through  bis  eternal  Son  : 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endued  ; 

But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God  : 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  : 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day : 
Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  his  soldiers,  "  Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high, 

And  take  the  conquerors  home. 

Ol   ^  7,7,8,7.  C.  WESLEY. 

U  1  0  The  Conquerors'  Song. 

HEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  thee  : 


■±'1      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Till  thou  appear,  Thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory : 

We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 

With  blcss'd  anticipation, 
And  cry  aloud,  And  give  to  God 

The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  passing  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praise,  Which  knows  no  davs 

And  ever  brings  us  nigher : 

We  clap  our  hands  exulting 

In  thine  almighty  favour  :  • 
The  love  divine,  Which  made  us  thine, 

Can  keep  us  thine  for  ever. 

3  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  : 

Nor  will  we  fear,  While  thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation  : 

The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  inarch  opposes  : 
By  thee  we  shall  Break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

4  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us, 
The  cross  despise,  For  that  high  prize 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us; 

And  if  thou  count  us  worthy. 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  see  thee  stand  At  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

7s.  C.  W£SLKY. 

Humility. — Psalm  cxxxi. 

LORD,  if  thou  the  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
I  shall  as  my  Master  be 
Rooted  in  humiJity. 


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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       143 

2  From  the  time  that  thee  I  know, 
Nothing  shall  I  seek  bylow, 

Aim  at  nothing  great  or  high, 
Lowly  both  my  heart  and  eye  : 

3  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Awed  into  a  little  child  : 
Quiet  now  without  my  food, 
Wean'd  from  every  creature-good. 

4  Hangs  my  new-born  soul  on  thee, 
Kept  from  all  idolatry  : 

Nothing  wants  beneath,  above, 
Happy,  happy  in  thy  love. 

5  0  that  all  might  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  join'd  : 
Him  let  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  him,  praise  him  evermore. 

ft  1  rY  8,3,6.  C.  WESLET 

li  1   /  Circumspection. 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 
With  loving  gratitude : 
Superior  sense  may^I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 
2  0  may  I  still  from  sin  depart : 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 
And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 
ain  C.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

&  1  O  A  tender  Conscience. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear, — 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near: 


144      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

1  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 
Of  pride,  or  fond  desire, — 

To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  mure  thy  goodness  grieve, 

The  filial  awe,  the  ileshly  heart 

The  tender  conscience  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

0  God,  my  conscience  make 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 

3  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 
That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 

And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
0  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul ! 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 
Q 1  Q  B.  M.  c.  wesi.bi 

It  I  U  Watchfulness. 

GRACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 
This  slumber  from  my  soul! 
Say  to  me  now,  "Awake,  awake! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole." 

2  Give  me  on  thee  to  call, 
Always  to  watch  and  pray, 

Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

3  0  do  thou  always  warn 
My  soul  of  evil  near  ! 

"When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear. 

4  "  Come  back  !  this  is  the  way  ! 
Come  back  !  and  walk  herein  !'* 

0  may  I  hearken  and  obey, 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin ! 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.       14f) 

8,8,6.  C.  WESLEY. 

Watching  unto  Prayer. 

HELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
And  still  my  tempted  soul  stand  by 
Throughout  the  evil  day  : 
The  sacred  watchfulness  impart, 
And  keep  the  issues  of  my  heart, 
And  stir  me  up  to  pray. 

2  Whene'er  my  careless  hands  hang  down, 
0  let  me  see  thy  gathering  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  ; 
And  starting,  cry  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jesus,  or  I  yield,  I  sink  ! 

0  save  me,  or  I  die ! 

3  If  near  the  pit  I  rashly  stray, 
Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ! 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind  upbraiding  glance,  which  broke 

Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 

4  In  me  thine  utmost  mercy  show, 
And  make  me  like  thyself  below, 

Unblamable  in  grace : 
Ready  prepared  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holiness,  t'  appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face. 

OQ~|  CM.  MONTGOMERY. 

j6  U  1  Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd,  or  unexpress'd: 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 
2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 
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146      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speecil 
That  infant  lips  can  try : 

Prayer,  the  suhlimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air: 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways, 

"While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays  !" 

6  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

L.  M.  STOWELi 

The  Mercy-seat. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat : 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet: 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
"Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
Though  sunderd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd, 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Bad  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat? 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       147 

5  There,  there  on  eagle-wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more; 
And. heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  0  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
Ere  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 

)•)•)  S.  M.  C.WESLEY. 

i/ClU  Keeping  the  Charge  of  the  Lord. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky : 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil — 

0  may  it  all  ni}'  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 

S.  M.  C.  WESLKT, 

A  holy  Life. 

GOD  of  almighty  love,— 
By  whose  sufficient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face, — 

Through  Jesus  Christ,  the  just, 

My  faint  desires  receive, 
And  let  me  in  thy  goodness  trust, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 


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148      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

2  Whate'er  I  say  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  niy  aim: 

My  offerings  all  be  offer'cl  through 

The  ever-blessed  name. 
Jesus,  my  single  eye 

Be  fix'd  on  thee  alone  : 
Thy  name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high. 

Thy  will  by  all  be  done  ! 

3  Spirit  of  faith,  inspire 
My  consecrated  heart : 

Fill  me  with  pure,  celestial  fire, 

With  all  thou  hast  and  art. 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 

And,  perfectly  renew' d, 
Into  a  saint  exalt  a  worm— 

A  worm  exalt  to  God  ! 

L.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

The  St  ranger  and  his  Friend. 

A  POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
Hath  often  cross'd  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 
That  I  could  never  answer  nay : 

1  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  enter' d — not  a  word  he  spake — 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread  : 

I  gave  him  all — he  blest  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again  : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then; 
For  while  I  fed  with  eager  hasto, 
Ihe  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock — his  strength  was  gone  J 
The  heedless  water  mock'd  his  thirst, 
He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on : 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.       149 

I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up : 

Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain'd  my  cup, 

Dipt,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er : 

I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night,  the  floods  were  out,  it  blew 
A  winter  hurricane  aloof: 

I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof: 
I  warin'd,  I  clothed,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  coach  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and  seem'd 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 
I  found  him  by  the  highway-side : 

I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment: — he  was'heal'd: — 
I  had  myself  a  wound  conceal'd  ; 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemn' d 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  : 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd, 

And  honour'd  him  mid  shame  and  scorn* 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  I  for  him  would  die  : 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will!" 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 
The  stranger  darted  from  disguise : 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew: 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named : 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed : 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be : 
Fear  not :  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 


150      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

OOO  S.  M.         L.  H.  SIGOUKNET, 

AJ  Aj\)  Beneficence. 

LABOURERS  of  "Christ,  arise, 
And  gird  you  for  the  toil  ■ 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 
Where  mourning  hearts  deplore ; 

And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallow'd  lore. 

3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal, 
The  erring  child  along, 

Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 
With  prayer,  your  constant  guest, 

And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 
That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 

And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

QO*Y  S.  M.  MOXTC0MEK7 

UU  I  Eccles.  xi.  6. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  : 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed — 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       151 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  : 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky: 

5  Thence,  when  the  final  end, 
The  day  of  God  is  come, 

The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing,  "  Harvest  home  !" 

C)£)Q  C.  M.  DODDRIDGE, 

U  L  O  The  Clio ice  of  Moves. 

MY  soul,  with  all  thy  waken'd  powers, 
Survey  the  heavenly  prize; 
Nor  let  these  glittering  toys  of  earth 
Allure  thy  wandering  eyes. 

2  The  splendid  crown  which  Moses  sought 
Still  beams  around  his  brow; 

Though  soon  great  Pharaoh's  sceptred  prida 
Was  taught  by  death  to  bow. 

3  The  joys  and  treasures  of  a  day 
I  cheerfully  resign : 

Rich  in  that  large  immortal  store, 
Secured  by  grace  divine. 

4  Let  fools  my  wiser  choice  deride, 
Angels  and  God  approve : 

Nor  scorn  of  men,  nor  rage  of  hell, 
My  steadfast  soul  shall  move. 

5  With  ardent  eye,  that  bright  reward 
I  daily  will  survey ; 

And  in  the  blooming  prospect  lose 
The  sorrows  of  the  way. 

00  L.  M.  DODDRIDGB, 

The  Choice  of  Mary. 

BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand : 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 


152      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part, 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  ariso  : 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  : 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  : 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

000  S>7'  GRANT 

6D\)  Taking  up  the  Cross. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  aud  follow  thee : 
leaked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  : 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  : 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  : 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me— 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 

And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  : 
Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pa'a: 

Id  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure — 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, — 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  theo  • 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather,— 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       158 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, — 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast: 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

0  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me : 

0  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee  ! 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  : 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care : 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee : 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine: 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory,, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer; 

Heaven's  eternal  du}rs  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  da}Ts : 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

C.  M.  BRADY  &  TATS 

Psalm  xxxiv.  1-9. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  lift, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
2  Of  his-deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distrest 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 
%  0  make  but  trial  of  his  love. 

Experience  will  decido 


154       CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

How  bless'd  they  are,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 
4  Fear  him,  ye  saints;  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear: 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight: 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

C.  M.  LOGAN 

Jacob's  Prayer. 

OGOD  of  Abram  !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed — 
"Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ! 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace: 

God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  : 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide ! 

4  0  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  feet  arrive  in  peace ! 

5  Now,  with  the  humble  voice  of  prayer, 
Thy  mercy  we  implore : 

Then,  with  the  grateful  voice  of  praise, 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore. 


OQO  C.  M.  six  lines. 


My  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

FATHER  !  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portion'd  out  by  thee: 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see, 
But  ask  thee  for  a  patient  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       155 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thankful  love, 
Through  constant  watchings  wise, 

To  meet  the  glad  with  cheerful  smiles, 

To  wipe  the  weeping  eyes — 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 
That  hurries  to  and  fro, 

Searching  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 
Or  secret  thing  to  know : 

1  would  be  dealt  with  as  a  child, 
And  guided  where  to  go. 

4  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 
To  none  that  ask  denied — 

A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side, 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 
So  thou  be  glorified. 

7s.  CONDER 

Daily  Bread. 

DAY  by  day  the  manna  fell : 
0  to  learn  this  lesson  well ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed, 
Give  me,  Lord,  my  daily  bread. 

2  "  Day  by  day,"  the  promise  reads, 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs  : 
Cast  foreboding  fears  away: 

Take  the  manna  of  to-day. 

3  Lord !  my  times  are  in  thy  hand : 
All  my  sanguine  hopes  have  plann'd 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

4  Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give  : 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live : 

So  shall  added  years  fulfil, 
Not  my  own — my  Father's  will. 


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156      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

20;<  10,11  NEWTON. 

DO  The  Lord  will  'provide. 

THO'  troubles  assail,  And  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  And  foea 
all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  "Whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  Or  storehouse  are 

fed: 
From  them  let  us  learn  To  trust  for  our  bread: 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  Shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  By  tempest  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  But  need  not  be  lost: 
Though  Satan  enrages  The  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  Like  Abram  of  old  : 

We  know  not  the  way.  But  faith  makes  us 
bold; 

For  though  we  are  strangers,  We  have  a  sure 
guide, 

And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  Nor  goodness  we 

claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  On  Jesus's  name  : 
In  this  our  strong  tower  For  safety  we  hide: 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  And  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  Shall  comfort  us  through: 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  With  Christ  on  our 

side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.       15' 


286 


Begone,  unbelief. 

BEGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear: 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform : 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide: 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink  : 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain? — he  told  me  no  less: 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their 

Lord. 

5  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might 

live ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 

mine: 
Did  Christ,  my  Lord,  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine? 

6  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 

good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food  : 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 
And   then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 

song ! 


158      CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

00*Y  lls-  KIRKHAM. 

&t)'l  Precious  Promises. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said — 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health — 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth — 
At  home  and  abroad — on  tho  land,  on  the  sea — 
"As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not:  I  am  with  thee:  0  be  not  dis- 

niay'd ! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid : 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "When   through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply : 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee :  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  still  leans  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes : 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  tt 

shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       159 

0.30  C.  M.  STEELE. 

/yOO  Prayer  for  Submission. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  blisa, 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  : 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend  : 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

OQQ  C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR 

AjDO  For  Meekness. 

WHEN",  for  some  little  insult  given, 
My  angry  passions  rise, 
I'll  think  how  Jesus  came  from  heaven, 
And  bore  his  injuries. 

2  He  was  insulted  every  day, 
Though  all  his  words  were  kind; 

But  nothing  men  could  do  or  say 
Disturb'd  his  heavenly  mind. 

3  Not  all  the  wicked  scoffs  he  heard 
Against  the  truths  he  taught, 

Excited  one  reviling  word, 

Or  one  revengeful  thought.  ' 

4  And  when  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 
With  all  his  foes  in  view, 

"Father,  forgive  them,"  Jesus  said, 
"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

5  Dear  Saviour,  may  I  learn  of  thee 
My  temper  to  amend  ! 

But  speak  that  pardoning  word  for  me 
Whenever  I  offend. 


160      CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

6)  A  A  C.  M.  NEWTOM, 

AJlXj  Gratitude  and  Hope. 

AMAZING  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound  !) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  : 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares 

1  have  already  come  : 

'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me — ■ 
His  word  my  hope,  secures  : 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yea,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

i\A    |  C.  M.  WATTS, 

/yll  Inspiring  Hope. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall : 

Sol  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  mj  all. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.       161 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

£l  Ji£j        Full  Assurance  of  Hops., 

COJME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wildernoss, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

To  that  celestial  hill, 

• 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  spaca 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints' secure  abode: 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  hero, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hop©! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  pas^ 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 


162  DEATH   AND 


0 


SEC. nil- -DEATH  AND  THE  ITTTRE  STATS 

MQ  C.  U.  WATT3. 

Psalm  xc. 
GOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Still  may  we  dwell  secure  ! 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight, 
Are  like  an  evening  gone — 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away : 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  0  God!  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Oar  hope  for  years  to  come  : 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  perpetual  home  ! 

Q  A   A  C.  M.  HEBER, 

(Oil      Dwelling  among  tlie  Tombs. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead — 

Above  us  is  the  heaven. 
2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  : 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 

Its  peril  every  hour. 
8  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 


THE   FUTURE    STATE. 

And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  j 

And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  : 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

6  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  : 

The  forms  which  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  hell  or. heaven. 

Q/J  K  C.  M.  WATTS, 

/6lJ        A  Voice  from  the  Tombs. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound— 
My  ears,  attend  the  cry  : 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers  : 

The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  still  secure  ? — 

Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 
&  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly : 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

i)AO  C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

Oil)  Uncertainty  of  Life. 

JHPIS  but  a  short,  uncertain  space 
J-   Allow'd  us  here  to  live  : 


164  DEAi'H   AND 

Death,  unperceived,  comes  on  apace, 
And  may  no  warning  give. 

2  Nor  great,  nor  small,  nor  old,  nor  young. 
His  fatal  dart  can  fly  : 

The  rich,  the  poor,  the  weak,  the  strong; 
Without  distinction  die. 

3  And  shall  we  trifle  and  delay, 
And  still  keep  sinning  on, 

Neglect  our  souls  from  day  to  day, 
Till  life  and  time  are  gone? 

4  The  present  moment  let  us  seize, 
For  this  alone  is  ours : 

Now  set  ourselves  our  God  to  please 
With  all  our  active  powers. 

tyAH  ^"  ^"  MONTGOMERY. 

wTl    Children  numbering  their  Days. 

YOUNG  though  in  years  we  be, 
In  health  and  spirits  strong, 
What  is  the  life  of  man  to  Thee  ? — 

The  longest  is  not  long. 
A  thousand  years,  a  day, 

Are  equal  in  thy  sight: 
Our  generations  pass  away, 

Like  watches  of  the  night. 
2  Lord,  make  us  timely  wise 

To  know  our  call  of  grace, 
And  with  the  moment,  as  it  flies, 

Run  our  appointed  race  : 
Still  keep  the  end  in  view, 

Tarry  nor  turn  aside, 
Perils,  allurements,  bonds  break  through, 

Most  faithful  when  most  tried  ! 

8,6,8,8,6.  KDMESTON. 

The  Young  may  die. 
HE  rose-bud  yet  unblown  may  lie 
Wither' d  across  the  way; 


248 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  165 

The  lamb  amid  the  flock  may  die, 
The  grave  unthought  of  may  be  nigh 
To  children  young  as  they. 

2  0  let  not  one  short  day  be  past, 
Without  a  pardon  sought: 

Many  a  day  has  proved  tbe  last, 

And  suddenly  their  lot  been  cast, 

Who  little  fear'd  or  thought. 

3  Now,  Saviour,  bless  me;  then,  whene'es 
My  life  or  death  may  be, 

There  shall  be  left  no  cause  for  fear, 
For  if  removed  from  living  here, 
A  heaven  remains  for  me. 

94Q        '        7>6 

/£j±U    The  Leaves  around  me  falling. 

THE  leaves  around  me  falling 
Are  preaching  of  decay  : 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 
Come,  pilgrim,  come  away. 
The  day,  in  night  declining, 

Says  I  too  must  decline  : 

The  year  its  bloom  resigning, 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 

2  The  light  my  paf.h  surrounding, 
The  loves  to  which  I  cling, 

The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 
The  joys  that  round  me  wing — 

All,  all,  like  stars  at  even, 
Just  gleam  and  shoot  away, 

Pass  on  before  to  heaven, 
And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends  gone  there  before  me 
Are  calling  from  on  high, 

And  happy  angels  o'er  me, 
Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky: 


166  DEATH   AN£> 

Why  wait,  they  say,  and  wither 

Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin? 
0  rise  to  glory,  hither, 

And  find  true  life  begin. 
4  I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come, 
A  sinner  to  salvation, 

An  exile  to  his  home. 
But  while  I  here  must  linger, 

Thus,  thus,  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  finger, 

To  heaven,  0  Lord,  and  thee  ! 

*)ZC\  C-  M-  WATTS. 

AO\J  Beu.xiv.U. 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaim! 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ! 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd : 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 

From  sufferings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord : 

The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

i)  Kj  1  L.  M.  MACKAY. 

U  O  JL  Asleep  in  Jesus. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep— 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 
2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting.' 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  167 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest : 
No  fear,  no  wo,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

8,7.  COLLYEK, 

The  happy  Bend. 

THINK,  0  ye  who  fondly  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love, 
While  your  bosoms  throb  with  anguish, 

They  are  singing  hymns  above  : 
TThile  your  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shads, 
Glory's  "brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 


2  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 

They  shall  never,  never  die. 
Cease,  then,  mourner,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  : 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 

Enter  not  the  world  above. 


168  DEATH   AND 

6,6,8,6,8,8.        Montgomery 
.  Death  of  a  Friend.   • 

I  FRIEND  after  friend  departs: 
Who  has  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
Were  this  frail  world  oar  final  rest, 
Living-  or  dying  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
Be3rond  the  reign  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath — 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 
Where  parting  is  unknown: 

A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Form'd  for  the  good  above  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 
Till  all  are  pass'd  away, 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day: 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

QKA  8,7.  S.  F.  SMITH. 

60  ±  Death  of  a  Sister. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
.    Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees: 
Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  169 

2  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us: 

He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 

Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


255 


Death  of  a  Brother. 

FAREWELL,  brother!  deep  and  lowly 
Rest  thee  on  thy  bed  of  clay: 
Kindred  spirits,  angels  holy, 

Bore  thy  heavenward  soul  away: 
Sad  we  gave  thee  to  the  number 

Laid  in  yonder  icy  halls, 
And  above  thy  peaceful  slumber 
Many  a  shower  of  sorrow  falls. 

2  Hear  our  prayer,  0  God  of  glory, 
Lowly  breathed  in  sorrow's  song  : 

Bleeding  hearts  lie  bare  before  thee — 
Come,  in  holy  trust  made  strong ! 

Hark !  a  voice  moves  nearer,  stronger, 
From  the  shadowy  land  we  dread : 

Mortals  !  mortals  !  seek  no  longer 
Those  that  live — among  the  dead. 

3  Farewell,  brother  !  soon  we'll  meet  thee 
Where  no  cloud  of  sorrow  rolls : 

For  glad  tidings  float,  how  sweetly! 

From  the  glorious  land  of  souls  : 
Death's  cold  gloom  now  parts  asunder: 

Lo !  the  folding  shades  are  gone: 
Mourner,  upward!  yonder,  yonder! 

G  od's  broad  day  comes  pouring  on. 


170  DEATH   AND 

S.  M.  MONTGOMERY, 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

REST  from  thy  labours,  rest, 
Soul  of  the  just  set  free  ! 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be. 

2  Now,  toil  and  conflict  o'er, 
Go  take  with  saints  thy  place : 

But  go,  as  each  hath  gone  before, 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

3  Lord  Christ,  into  thy  hands 
Our  pastor  we  resign  : 

And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands— 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 

4  Thou  art  thy  church's  Head; 
And  when  the  members  die, 

Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead — 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eye. 

5  On  thee  our  hopes  depend : 
We  gather  round  our  Rock  : 

Send  whom  thou  wilt,  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 

O^T  S.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

/C/O  I  Death  of  a  Teacher. 

WEEP,  little  children,  weep, 
A  teacher  gone  before  ; 
For  those  that  loved  to  see  his  face, 
Shall  see  his  face  no  more. 

2  Yet  all  whom  once  he  taught 
To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  seek  the  blessedness  he  sought, 
May  him  in  glory  meet. 

3  Grieve,  brother  teachers  !  grieve: 
With  you  he  bore  the  cross ; 

And  gladly,  for  a",  crown  of  life, 
Accounted  all  things  loss. 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  171 

4  His  eye,  his  voice,  his  hand 
Still  marshal  you  along  : 

A  fearless,  firm,  united  band — 
Quit  you  like  men — be  strong. 

5  Strong  in  the  Lord  was  he, 
And  valiant  for  the  truth  : 

Go.  train  your  little  ones  to  be 
Christ's  soldiers  from  their  youth. 

KO  CM.  SIGOURNBf 

Death  of  a  Teacher. 

AS,  bow'd  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose 
Sinks  on  the  garden's  breast, 
Down  to  the  grave  our  brother  goes, 

In  silence  there  to  rest. 
No  more  with  us  his  tuneful  voice 
The  hymn  of  praise  shall  swell : 
No  more  his  cheerful  heart  rejoice 

When  peals  the  Sabbath-bell. 
2  Yet,  if  in  yonder  cloudless  sphere, 

Amid  a  sinless  throng, 
He  utters  in  his  Saviour's  ear 

The  everlasting  song. 
No  more  we'll  mourn  the  absent  friend, 

But  lift  our  earnest  prayer, 
And  daily  every  effort  bend 
To  rise  and  join  him  there. 
L.  M. 
Death  of  a  Scholar. 

A  MOURNING  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
Tell  us  that  one  Ave  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more, 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 
2  No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
Shall  fill  his  teacher's  listening  ear : 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 


172  DEATH   AND   . 

3  That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
And  sprightly  form,  must  buried  lie 
Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 

The  rayless  night  that  fills  the  tomb. 

4  God  tells  ua,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath, 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat. 

*)&f)  C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

/J\j\J  Dea th  of  a  Schola r. 

DEATH  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 
A  brother  from  our  side  : 
Just  in.  the  morning  of  his  day, 
As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  Not  long  ago  he  filPd  his  place, 
And  sat  with  us  to  learn; 

But  he  has  run  his  mortal  race, 
And  never  can  return. 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short, 
Our  days  may  fly  as  fast : 

0  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought 
That  this  may  be  our  last. 

4  We  cannot  tell  who  next  may  fall 
Beneath  thy  chastening  rod  : 

One  must  be  first ;  but  let  us  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 

O  O  1  C.  M.  STEELE. 

/£U1        Death  of  a  young  Person. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 

Which  pity  must  demand. 
2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

0  may  this  truth,  impress'd 
With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  173 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more  . 
Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 

It  bids  us  Beize  the  present  hour — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
Let  every  heart  obey  ; 

Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

L.  M.  ■  S.  WESLEY,  JK, 

Death  of  a  Youth.  I  Pet.  i.  24,  25. 

THE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold : 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 

The  momentary  glories  waste, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 
When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows: 

Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 
Of  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 

The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine  : 

Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline- 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 

If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains: 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 


174  DEATH   AND 

AJ\Jt)        Death  oj  a  i>ious  Child. 

WHEN  sickness,  pain,  and  death  • 
Come  o'er  a  godly  child, 
How  sweetly  then  departs  the  hreath ! 
The  dying  pang  how  mild  ! 

2  It  gently  sinks  to  rest, 
As  once  it  used  to  do, 

Upon  its. mother's  tender  breast, 
And  as  securely  too. 

3  The  spirit  is  not  dead, 
Though  low  the  body  lies ; 

But,  freed  from  sin  and  sorrow,  fied 
To  dwell  beyond  the  skies. 

4  That  death  is  but  a  sleep 
Beneath  a  Saviour's  care ; 

And  he  will  surely  safely  keep 
The  body  resting  there. 

Q£    1  C.  M.  S.  STEXNB5?, 

6\J±  Death  of  a  Child. 

rpiIY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 
-1-    With  transport  all  divine  : 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "I  take  these  little  lambs,"  said  he, 
"And  lay  them  in  my  breast: 

Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 

Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  175 

5  "Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise, 
And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 

I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 
And  shout  with  joys  divine  : 

0  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

C.  M.  STEELE, 

Death  of  a  Child. 

LIFE  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, — 
How  soon  the  vapour  flics  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 

That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 
2  Death  spreads  his  withering,  wintry  arms, 

And  beauty  smiles  no  more  : 
Ah !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms 

Which  pleased  our  eyes  before  ? 
?,  That  once  loved  form,  now  cold  a.nd  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  : 
We  weep  our  earthly  comforts  fled, 

And  withered  all  our  joys. 
4  Hope  look^  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  Ave  now  deplore 
Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

OC\C\  CS.  SIGOURNEr, 

AJ  U  U  Goto  thy  rest,  my  Child. 

GO  to  thy  rest,  my  child — 
Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 
Gentle,  and  meek,  and  mild, 

With  blessings  on  thy  head : 
Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand, 

Euds  on  thy  pillow  laid, 
Haste  from  this  fearful  land, 
Where  flowers  so  quickly  fade. 


176  DEATH   AND 

2  Before  thy  heart  might  learn 
In  waywardness  to  stray, — 

Before  thy  feet  could  turn 

The  dark  and  downward  way, — 

Ere  sin  might  wound  thy  breast, 
Or  sorrow  wake  the  tear, 

Rise  to  thy  home  of  rest 
In  yon  celestial  sphere. 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 
Thy  lips  and  eyes  so  bright, — 

Because  thy  cradle-care 

Was  such  a  fond  delight, — 
Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace, 

Thy  heavenward  flight  detain? 
No,  angel !  seek  thy  place 
Amid  yon  cherub  train. 
Q£ry  6,5.  MRS. 

4)V  I  -Dirge. 

ARK  to  the  solemn  bell, 
Mournfully  pealing  ! 
"What  do  its  wailings  tell, 

On  the  ear  stealing? 
Seem  they  not  thus  to  say, 
Loved  ones  have  pass'd  away: 
Ashes  with  ashes  lay? 
List  to  its  pealing. 

2  Earth  is  all  vanity, 
False  as  'tis  fleeting : 

Grief  is  in  all  its  joy, 

Smiles  with  tears  meeting: 
Youth's  brightest  bupes  decay, 
Pass  like  mom's  gems  away, 
Too  fair  on  earth  to  stay, 
Where  all  is  fleeting. 

3  When,  in  their  lonely  bed, 
Loved  ones  are  lying, — 


H 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  177 

When  joyful  wings  are  spread, 

To  heaven  flying. — ■ 
Would  we  to  sin  and  pain 
Call  back  their  souls  again, 
Weave  round  their  hearts  the  chain 

Sever'd  in  dying  ? 

4  No,  dearest  Jesus,  no ! 

To  thee,  their  Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go, 

Ransom'd  for  ever : 
Heirs  of  unending  joy, 
Theirs  is  the  victory  : 
Thine  let  the  glory  be, 

Now  and  for  ever. 

*)(\Q  CM.  HEMANS 

/OUO  Requiem. 

CALM,  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  while  on  earth  thy  footsteps  trod 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow  ! 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 

No  more  may  fear  to  die. 


269 


The  End  of  Life. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible  : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 
Eternal  things  impress : 
12 


JJo  DEATH    AND 

Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fata, 
And  wake  to  righteousness  ! 

3  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  elouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serous  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  to  insure — 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above — 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


270 


S.  M.  C.  WESLEY, 

The  End  of  Life. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 
Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo 
Must  then  my  portion  be ! 

2  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 
That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out, 
Or  number' d  with  the  blest? 


271 


THE    FUTURE    STATE-  179 

1  most  from  God  be  driven, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell — 

Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else — depart  to  hell. 

S.  M.  C.  WESLEY. 

The  End  of  Life. 

OTIIOU  that  wouidstnot  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die  : 
Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery ! 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear  ! 

2  Thou  art  thyself  the  way, 
Thyself  in  me  reveal  ; 

So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  loved  me  ; 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abode 

To  all  eternity. 

QrVQ  S.  M.  MONTGOMERY, 

6  i  U    The  Issues  of  Life  and  Death. 

0  WHERE  shali  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 
The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  love : 


180  DEATH   AND 

There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
•   Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 
0  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  "  the  second  death  !" 

3  Lord  Grod  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone. 
Here  would  we  end  our  quest : 

Alone  are  found  in  thee, 
The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 

Of  immortality. 


273 


C.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

The  Day  of  Judgment. 

AXD  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 

And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live  ! 
With  what  religious  fear  ! 

T»Vho  such  a  strictaccount  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
The  watchful  power  besto^; 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do  ! 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  181 

cyri  A  11, 12.  MiLMAJt, 

U  I  Tt  The  Judgment. 

THE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in 
fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his 

ire: 
Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 
are  bow'd. 

2  The  glory  !  the  glory !  around  him  are  pour'd 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saint3  and  the  martyrs  are 

there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory 

wear! 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have 

all  heard: 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel 

are  stirr'd  ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
*  All   the  vast  generations   of  man  are  come 

forth ! 

4  The  judgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 

are  met ! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  0  mercy  !  0  mercy  !  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love ! 


182  DEATH    AND 

When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May   our  justified   souls  find  a  welcome    ia 

heaven ! 

fWrC  8,8,8.  ROSCOMHOM, 

(J  I  O  Dies  irce. 

rpilE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 

JL    Shall  the  whole  world  in  ashes  lay, 

As  David  and  the  prophets  say. 

The  last  loud  trumpet's  wondrous  sound 

Shall  through  the  rending  tombs  rebound, 

And  wake  the  nations  under  ground. 

2  Nature  and  Death  shall,  with  surprise, 
Behold  the  pale  ofi'endfr  rise, 

And  view  the  Judge  with- conscious  eyes, 
Then  shall,  with  universal  dread, 
The  sacred  mystic  book  be  read 
To  try  the  living  and  the  dead. 

3  Thou  mighty,  formidable  King, 
Thou  mercy's  unexhausted  spring, 
Some  comfortable  pity  bring  : 
Forget  not  what  mj'  ransom  cost : 
Nor  let  my  dear-bought  soul  be  lost, 
In  storms  of  guilty  terror  tost. 

4  Thou  who  for  me  didst  feel  such  pain, 
Whose  precious  blood$the  cross  did  stain. 
Let  not  those  agonies  be  vain. 

Thou  who  wast  moved  with  Mary's  grief? 
And  b}'  absolving  of  the  thief, ' 
Hast  given  me  hope,  now  give  relief. 

5  Give  my  exalted  soul  a  place 
Among  thy  chosen  right-hand  race, 
The  sons  of  God,  and  heirs  of  grace. 
Prostrate,  my  contrite  heart  I  rend, 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
Do  not  forsake  me  in  my  end. 


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THE    FUTURE    STATE.  183 

S.  M.  WATTS, 

Heaven  and  Hell. 

THERE  is  beyond  the  sky 
A  heaven  of  joy  and  love, 
And  holy  children,  when  they  die, 
Go  to  the  world  above. 

2  There  is  a  dreadful  hell, 
And  everlasting  pains: 

There  sinners  mast  with  devils  dwell, 
In  darkness,  fire,  and  chains. 

3  Can  such  a  wretch  as  I 
Escape  this  cursed  end  ? 

And  may  I  hope,  whene'er  I  die, 
I  shall  to  heaven  ascend? 

4  Then  will  I  read  and  pray, 
While  I  have  life  and  breath, 

Lest  I  should  be  cut  off  to-day 
And  sent  t'  eternal  death. 

nryry  l.  m.        jane  taylor. 

Cl  I   I        The  wicked  Child  judged. 

HOW  dreadful,  Lord,  will  be  the  day 
When  all  the  tribes  of  dead  shall  rise, 
And  those  who  dared  to  disobey 

Be  brought  before  thine  angry  eyes ! 

2  The  wicked  child,  who  often  heard 
His  faithful  teachers  speak  of  thee, 

And  fled  from  every  serious  word, 
Shall  not  be  able  then  to  flee. 

3  Xo  teacher,  then,  shall  bid  him  pray 
To  him  who  now  the  sinner  hears, 

For  Christ  himself  shall  turn  away 
And  show  no  pity  to  his  tears. 

4  Great  God !  I  tremble  at  the  thought, 
And  at  thy  feet  for  mercy  bend, 

That  when  to  judgment  I  am  brought, 
The  Judge  himself  may  be  my  friend. 


184  DEATH    AND 


278 


VS.  JIOMGOilEET. 

Rev.  vii.  13-17. 


WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  nigh',  and  day, 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? — 
"Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  affliction  came : 

Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed: 

Them  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears ; 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

7s.  EDSfESTOH 

Little  Travellers  entering  Heaven. 

LITTLE  travellers  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest : 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  his  followers  win : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates ! 
Let  the  little  travellers  in  I 


279 


1HE   FUTURE    STATE.  185 

2.  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat 

They  have  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land :" 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain  :" 
"I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  :" 

"  I  from  islands  of  the  main." 

3  "All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by : 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky." 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  ! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 


280 


Heaven. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
To  mourning  wanderers  given : 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above— in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls,- 
And  ali  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  Her  cheerful  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  : 


186  DEATH    AND 

There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

OQ1  8,7,8,7.7,7.  kelli 

/601  The' World  of  Joy. 

WHAT  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapour, 
Soon  it  vanishes  away  : 
Life  is  like  a  dying  taper  : 

0,  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings,  and  fly  ' 
Straight  to  yonder  world  oi'joy? 

2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 
Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints, 

There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns,  the  King  of  saints. 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ! 

3  Joyful  crowds,  his  throne  surrounding, 
Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  : 

Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above  ! 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ! 

4  Go,  and  share  his  people's  glory  ! 
Midst  the  ransoui'd  crowd  appear: 

Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 
One  that  angels  luve  to  hear. 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yondeV  world  of  joy  ! 

OQO  C.  M.  TAYLOH 

ilOCi  The  World  of  Glory. 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 
Above  the  starry  sky  : 
"Where  saints,  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  187 

2  And  hark  !  amid  the  sacred  songs 
These  heavenly  voices  raise, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite,  and  perfect  praise. 

3  These  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know; 
If  Jesus  v,  e  obey  : 

That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  Wisdom's  way* 

4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 
Our  mortal  frame  decay : 

Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  droop,  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God  !  impress  the  serious  thought 
This  day  on  every  breast: 

That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  into  rest. 


283 


The  happy  Land. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  : 

0  how  they  sweetly  sing. 

Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 

Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye  ! 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away  : 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay? 
0  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  freo2. 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye  ! 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 
Beams  every  eye, 


J8S  DEATH  AND 

Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
0,  then,  to  glory  run : 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  wonj 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We  reign  for  aye  ! 

20 /\  C.  M.  WATTS, 

Ox  The  heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  : 
•    Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers  : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

C.  M.  S.  STEXNETT. 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 
fX$  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
\J  And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail 
On  trees  immortal  grow  : 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  189 

There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide -extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  : 

There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place 
And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

0.  M. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 

Bless'd  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 


190  DEATH   AND 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo  ? 
Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  bund. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee : 

Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  can  see. 

OQr7'  Us.  MUHLENBERG. 

/60  i         "  I  icould  not  live  alicay." 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  ita 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway :  no — welcome  the 

tomb, 
Since   Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom  : 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  hia 

God,— 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers    of  pleasure  flow   o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren   transported  to 
greet : 


TIIE   FUTURE    STATE.  191 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul! 
OQQ  7,6,7,6,7,7,7,7. 

^00  Visions  of  Heaven. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision, 
All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian: 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes  : 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies: 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise ! 
3  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  him: 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him: 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame  : 
Lutes,  of  lucid  gold,  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  : 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station, 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  his  great  salvation, 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy !  holy  !  holy  One. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us : 

Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue^ 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus  flow  along. 


192  DEATH  AND 

OQQ  C.  M.  C.  WE; 

/yOt/  Visions  of  Heaven. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  droop  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high, — 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  my  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 

And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 

I  suffer  out  my  threescore  years, 
Till  my  Deliverer  come, 

And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  Surely  he  will  not  long  delay  : 
I  hear  his  Spirit  cry, 

"  Arise,  my  love,  make  haste  away  ! 

Go,  get  thee  up  and  die. 
O'er  death,  who  now  has  lost  his  sting 

I  give  thee  victory ; 
And  with  me  my  reward  I  bring, 

I  bring  my  heaven  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  I  the  welcome  word  receive; 
Thee  on  the  mount  adore, 

For  thy  dear  sake  content  to  live 
Some  painful  moments  more. 

I  live  in  holy  grief  and  joy, 
On  Pisgah's  top  I  stand, 

And  life's  important  point  employ, 
To  view  the  promised  land. 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  198 

OQA  CM.  C.  WESLET. 

£lU\J  Visions  of  Hear  en 

OWHAT  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  J 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
They  flourish  in  perpetual  bloom, 

Fruit  every  month  they  give  ; 
And  to  the  healing  leaves  who  come 
Eternally  shall  live. 

2  I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  reap  the  pleasures  there  ! 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear : 

Adorn'd  by  their  Redeemer'^  grace, 
They  close  pursue  the  Lamb, 

And  every  shining  front  displays 
Th'  unutterable  name. 

3  They  drink  the  vivifying  stream, 
They  pluck  th'  ambrosial  fruit, 

And  each  records  the  praise  of  Him 

Who  tuned  his  golden  lute  : 
At  once  they  strike  th'  harmonious  wi*3, 

And  hymn  the  great  Three-One  : 
He  hears:  he  smiles;  and  all  the  choir 

Fall  down  before  his  thrwne. 

4  0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 

With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain:— 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
1  come  to  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 
13 


194  DEATH   AND 


291 


C.  M.  C.  WESLE? 

The  full  Assurance  of  Hope. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight — 

Yet,  0  !  hy  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  A  stranger  in  the  world  below, 
I  calmly  sojourn  here  : 

Nor  can  its  happiness  or  wo 

Provoke  my  hope  or  fear. 
Its  evils  in  a  moment  end, 

Its  joys  as  soon  are  past ; 
But  0 !  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend 

Eternally  shall  last. 

3  To  that  Jerusalem  above 
With  singing  I  repair  : 

While  in  the  flesh,  my  hope  and  love, 

My  heart  and  soul,  are  there. 
There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 

My  merciful  High  Priest, 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands, 

To  take  me  to  his  breast. 

C.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

The  full  Assurance  of  Hope. 

WHAT  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay, 
To  hold  me  back  from  home, 
While  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ?     ' 
Shall  I  regret  my  parted  friends 

Still  in  the  vale  confined  ? 
Nay,  but  whene'er  my  soul  ascends, 

They  will  not  stay  behind. 
2  The  race  we  all  are  running  now; 

And  if  I  first  attain, 


THE    FUTURE    STATE.  195 

They  too,  their  willing  head  shall  bow — 

Th  3y,  too,  the  prize  shall  gain. 
Now  on  the  brink  of  death  we  stand, 

And  if  I  pass  before, 
They  all  shall  soon  escape  to  land, 

And  hail  me  on  the  shore. 
3  Then  let  me  suddenly  remove 

That  hidden  life  to  share  : 

1  shall  not  lose  my  friends  above, 
But  more  enjoy  them  there. 

There  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join, 

His  boundless  love  proclaim ; 
\.nd  solemnize,  in  songs  divine, 

The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 

•  )QO  CM.  C.  WESLEY, 

i*£/0     Tlie  full  Assurance  of  Hope. 

OWHAT  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 
Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

2  0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  ! 
And  let  the  vessels  break ; 

And  let  our  ransom' d  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek : 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout,  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

OQ/j  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY"- 

AjVjI  The  whole  Family  in  Heaven  and  Earth, 

C10ME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,  ' 
'  That  have  obtain'd  the  prize  j 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise  : 


196  DEATH   AND 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

2  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 
One  church  above,  beneath, 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  w«.  bow : 

Part  of  his  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die  : 
His  militant  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand. 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  Our  old  companions  in  distress 
We  haste  again  to  see, 

And  eager  long  for  our  release, 

And  full  felicity. 
E'en  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before; 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 

On  the  eternal  shore. 

5  Our  spirits  too  shall  quickly  join, 
Like  theirs  with  glory  crown'd, 

And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 
To  hear  his  trumpet  sound. 

0  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  Guide ! 
0  that  the  word  were  given ! 

Come,  Lord  of  hosts,  the  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven ! 


THE   FUTURE    STATE.  197 

b)Q^  CM.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

jCiUU  Eternity. 

HOW  long  sometimes  a  day  appears ! 
And  weeks,  how  long  are  they! 
Months  move  along,  as  if  the  years 
"Would  never  pass  away. 

2  But  months  and  years  are  passing  by, 
And  soon  must  all  be  gone ; 

For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an  end, 
Eternity  has  none : 

'Twill  always  have  as  long  to  spend 
As  when  it  first  begun. 

4  Great  God,  an  infant  cannot  tell 
How  such  a  thing  can  be : 

1  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 

QQO  S.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

U  V  0         For  ever  with  the  Lord. 
"  T^OR  ever  with  the  Lord!" 

JD    Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  him  I  roam  ; 

Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

4  Ah  !  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love, 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 


198  EAItLY  PIETY. 


297 


SECT.  IX  -EARLY  PIETY 

S.M. 
1  Chron.  xxviii.  9. 
"j\/TY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 
111  Thy  father's  God  obey : 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call  while  he  may  be  found, 
And  seek  him  while  he's  near : 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 
His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry : 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 
Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven, 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 

QQQ  C.  M.  DODDRIDGS, 

/Ot/O  Prov.  viii.  17. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face 
Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 

And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 


EARLY   PIETY.  1139 

What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  iu  Christ  I  see  ? 
5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 
QQQ  CM.  Gibbons. 

/JUV  Eccl.  xii.  1. 

IN  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 
In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrives,  and  trembling  waits 

Its  summons  to  the  tomb, — 
Remember  thy  Creator  now  : 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  : 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 

Thy  confidence,  and  joy. 
2  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  youth 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  coast 

Of  bless'd  eternity : 
Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth  : 
This  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 

Than  a  religious  youth. 

8  A  A  7,6.  s.  F.  SMITH 

UU  Eccl.  xii.  1. 

"  "TOEMEMBER  thy  Creator" 

XV  While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night : 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 
2  "  Remember  thy  Creator" 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust, 


200  EARLY   PIETY. 

Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns  to  dust: 
Before  with  God,  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear, 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

"  Thy  great  Creator  fear." 

OUI  Eccl'.xii.l. 

OIN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
With  vital  ardour  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 
Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 
And  character  engraved : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 
The  sunshine  of  thy  days ; 

And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age 
With  vain  regret  deplore," 

And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd, 
In  age  will  give  thee  rest: 

0  then  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest ! 

OAO  L-  M.  WATT 

OU/6  Eccl.  xii.  1-1 

NOW,  in  the  heat  of  ycuthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God: 
Behold  the  months  come  hastening  on 
When  you  shall  say' — My  joys  are  gone. 
2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes. 


EARLY    PIETY.  201 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again : 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God  :  not  there  to  dwell; 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name! 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

8AQ  CM.  DODDEIDGB, 

UO  Matt.  vi.  33. 

NOW  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 
And  ardour  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies 
In  heavenly  glories  drest. 

2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 
A  radiant  crown  d it-play, 

Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  stars  and  suns  decay. 

3  Away,  each  grovelling,  anxious  care, 
Beneath  a  Christian's  thought ! 

0  spring  to  seize  immortal  joys, 
Which  your  Redeemer  bought. 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
The  glorious  prize  pursue ; 

Nor  fear  the  want  of  earthly  good 
While  heaven  is  kept  in  view. 

8A/I  C.  M.  cowrER. 

Ul  Appeal  to  the  Young. 

GRACE  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grow?. 
Of  pure  and  heavenly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 
2  Ye  careless  ones,  0  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 


202  BAKLY  PIETY. 

Your  youth  is  stain'd  wifh  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

3  True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 
Within  the  youngest  breast, 

Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

4  For  3tou  the  public  prayer  is  made — 
0  join  the  public  prayer  ! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed — 
0  shed  yourselves  a  tear ! 

5  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  Spirit's  power  to  teach  : 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

t)\JU     Strive,  for  the  way  is  strait. 

STRIVE,  for  the  way  is  strait 
In  which  the  Saviour  trod ; 
And  narrow  is  the  gate 

That  leadeth  up  to  God : 
Cut  off  the  ensnaring  hand, 

Pluck  out  the  ensnaring  eye: 
Turn  ye  at  God's  command : 
Sinners,  why  will  ye  die  ? 

2  Strive,  for  there  are  but  few 
Who  find  the  living  way : 

Children,  alas  !  will  you 

Still  blindly  go  astray  ? 
0  shun  the  crowded  gate, 

Though  wide  it  seem,  and  fair: 
'Twill  bring  you,  soon  or  late, 

To  anguish  and  despair. 

3  Strive,  ere  life's  setting  sun 
Shall  sink  in  thickest  gloom : 

Strive,  night  is  coming  on : 
Ye  hasten  to  the  tomb. 


EARLY   PIETY.  203 

Ask,  mercy  shall  be  given : 

Seek  as  for  hidden  gold  : 
Knock,  and  the  Lord  of  heaven 

The  gates  will  wide  unfold. 

3A£  11,10,11,10. 

UO        Invitation  to  the  Young. 
COME,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  tho 
Saviour : 
Come,  ye  young  wanderers,  cling  to  his  side : 
Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favour, 
Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 

2  Come   to  his    temple-gate,  come   in   life's 

morning : 
Give  up  your  souls  to  the  Guide  of  your 
youth : 
How  fair  is  grace,  the  young  bosom  adorning  .' 
What  robe  so  pure  as  the  raiment  of  truth  ? 

3  Can  you  find  pleasure  in  pathways  unholy  ? 
Hope   ye    for  wisdom   in  wandering  from 

God? 
Sorrow  and  shame  wait  the  votaries  of  folly : 
Earth  has  no  comfort  not  found  in  his  blood. 

4  Has  he  not  died  for  you  ?  look  to  Moriah : 
There  see  the  tokens  of  sorrow  and  love. 

Lives  he  not  now  for  you  ?  Jesus  the  Saviour 
Bled  and  ascended  to  crown  you  above. 

•  >ArY  "8s.  BRACKENBERRV. 

OU  I         The  Saviour's  Invitation. 

COME,  children,  'tis  Jesus  commands  : 
The  voice  of  your  Saviour  obey : 
When  Jesus  inviting  you  stands, 

No  trifles  should  turn  you  away. 
2  Though  children  in  stature  and  years, 

Salvation  is  needed  by  you ; 
For  children,  it  plainly  appears, 
Must  answer  for  all  that  they  do. 


20-i  EARLY   PIETY. 

3  Then  give  to  the  Saviour  your  heart, 
And  learn  without  further  delay: 

He'll  teach  you  to  choose  the  good  part, 
Which  ne'er  shall  be  taken  away. 

4  His  hand  shall  supply  all  your  wants.. 
Though  ever  so  many  or  great : 

His  love  shall  redress  your  complaints, 
And  render  your  portion  complete. 


108 


Go,  thou,  in  Life's  fair  Morning. 

GO,  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning — ■ 
Go  in  the  bloom  of  youth, 
And  buy,  for  thy  adorning, 

The  precious  pearl  of  truth : 
Secure  this  heavenly  treasure, 

And  bind  it  on  thy  heart; 
And  let  not  worldly  pleasure 
E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 

2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth— > 
Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light — 

Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 
AVhile  every  sense  is  bright : 
Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  buy  it : 

'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things- 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 
Sceptres,  and  crowns  of  kings. 

3  Go,  ere  the  clouds  of  sorrow 
Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth : 

Defer  not  till  to-morrow : 
Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 

Go  seek  thy  great  Creator, 
Learn  early  to  be  wise : 

Go,  place  upon  his  altar 
A  morning  sacrifice  I 


EARLY    PIETY.  205 

3AQ  L.  M.  T.  0.  SUMMERS. 

\Ju  First  Commandment. 

THE  gods  that  gave  us  not  our  birth, 
The  god?  that  made  not  heaven  and  earth, 
Perish  their  names  !  no  gods  are  they — 
We  east  them  all  in  seorn  away. 

2  But,  Lord,  idolaters  are  we, 

If  we  withhold  our  hearts  from  thee: 
Self  and  the  world  our  idols  are, 
If  they  our  chief  affections  share. 

3  0  set  up  in  our  hearts  thy  throne, 
Destroy  thy  rivals — reign  alone  : 
Maker  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
We'll  have  no  other  gods  but  thee  ! 

81  A  L.  M.  T.  O.  SUMMERS. 

1  U  Second  Commandment. 

0  FATHER,  we  approach  thy  throne 
In  spirit  and  in  truth  alone; 
For  naught  in  heaven,  or  earth,  or  sea, 
Can  represent  thy  majesty. 

2  How  they  insult  a  jealous  God, 
How  they  provoke  his  vengeful  rod, 
"Who  render  worship,  fear,  or  love 
To  aught  beside  the  Power  above. 

3  Lord,  save  us  from  this  fearful  sin, 
Which  by  a  thousand  forms  creeps  in : 
Thy  word  alone  our  guide  shall  be, 
And  by  its  light  we'll  worship  thee. 

6s.  MRS.  SIGOURNET. 

Third  Commandment. 

HUSH  !  little  Christian  child  ! 
Speak  nut  that  holy  name — 
Not  with  a  laughing  lip, 

Not  in  thy  playful  game : 
For  the  great  God  of  all 
Heareth  each  word  we  say: 


311 


206  EARLY   PIETY. 

He  will  remember  it 
At  the  great  judgment-day. 

2  Hush  !  for  his  hosts  unseen 
Are  watching  over  thee  : 

His  angels  spread  their  wings, 

Thy  shelter  kind  to  be. 
Wilt  thou,  with  words  profane, 

Rash  and  undutiful, 
Scatter  thine  angel  guards, 

Glorious  and  beautiful  ? 

3  Honour  God's  holy  name, 
Speak  it  with  thought  and  care; 

Sing  to  it  holy  hymns, 

Breathe  it  in  earnest  prayer; 
But  not  with  sudden  cry, 

In  thy  light  joy  or  pain  : 
"  God  will  hold  guilty  all 

Who  take  his  name  in  vain." 

O  I  O  L.  M.  WATTS, 

0  1  u     Against  profane  Language. 
\  NGELS,  that  high  in  glory  dwell, 
CjL  Adore  thy  name,  Almighty  God  ! 

r.nd  devils  tremble  down  in  hell, 

Beneath  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 

1  And  yet  how  wicked  children  dare 
Abuse  thy  dreadful  glorious  name  ! 

And  when  they're  angry,  how  they  swear, 

And  curse  their  fellows,  and  blaspheme. 
{  How  will  they  stand  before  thy  face, 

Who  treated  thee  with  such  disdain, 
jThile  thou  shalt  doom  them  to  the  place 

Of  everlasting  fire  and  pain  ! 
*  Then  never  shall  one  cooling  drop 

To  quench  their  burning  tongues  be  given* 
?ut  I  will  praise  thee  here,  and  hope 

Thus  to  employ  my  tongue  *n  heaven. 


EARLY   PIETY.  207 

5  My  heart  shall  be  in  pain  to  hear 
Wretches  affront  the  Lord  above  : 

'Tis  that  great  God  -whose  power  I  fear, 
That  heavenly  Father  whom  I  love. 

6  If  my  companions  grow  profane, 

I'll  leave  their  friendship  when  I  hear 
Young  sinners  take  thy  name  in  vain, 
And  learn  to  curse,  and  learn  to  swear. 

Q  1  Q  C.  M.  "WATTS 

O  1  O  Against  Scoffing. 

OUR  tongues  were  made  to  bless  the  Lord. 
And  not  speak  ill  of  men  : 
When  others  give  a  railing  word, 
We  must  not  rail  again. 

2  Cross  words  and  angry  names  require 
To  be  chastised  at  school ; 

And  he's  in  clanger  of  hell-fire, 
•That  calls  his  brother  fool. 

3  But  lips  that  dare  be  so  profane, 
To  mock,  and  jeer,  and  scoff 

At  holy  things,  or  holy  men, 
The  Lord  shall  cut  them  off. 

4  When  children,  in  their  wanton  play, 
Served  old  Elisha  so, 

And  bade  the  prophet  go  his  way — 
"Go  up,  thou  bald  head,  go — " 

5  God  quickly  stopp'd  their  wicked  breat'a, 
And  sent  two  raging  bears, 

That  tore  them  limb  from  limb  to  death, 
With  blood,  and  groans,  and  tears. 

6  Great  God  !  how  terrible  art  thou 
To  sinners  e'er  so  young ! 

Grant  me  thy  grace,  and  teach  me  how 
To  tame  and  rule  my  tongue. 


208  EARLY   PIETY. 

VI  X     Against  Trifling  in  Church. 

IN  God's  own  house  for  me  to  play, 
While  Christians  meet  to  hear  and  pray, 
Is  to  profane  his  holy  place, 
And  tempt  the  Almighty  to  his  face. 

2  When  angels  bow  before  the  Lord, 
And  devils  tremble  at  his  word, 
Shall  I,  a  feeble  mortal,  dare 

To  mock,  and  sport,  and  trifle  there  ? 

3  When  death,  the  king  of  fears,  shall  come, 
To  call  me  to  my  latest  home, 

The  thoughts  of  such  a  shameful  part, 
With  bitter  pain  would  pierce  my  heart. 

81   X  L.  M.  RHODES, 

-1  t)  Fourth  Commandment. 

THE  Lord  commands  his  day  shall  be 
A  day  of  holiness  and  prayer — 
A  day  of  rest  from  industry, 

Prom  vain  pursuits,  and  worldly  care. 

2  The  rude,  the  ignorant,  and  base, 
The  Lord's  most  holy  Sabbath  break  : 

They  run  from  all  the  means  of  grace, 
And  by  their  sin  destruction  seek ! 

3  When  children  in  their  early  days 
Begin  the  Sabbath  to  profane — 

Led  by  example  in  the  ways 

Of  wickedness  and  pleasures  vain — 

4  The  Lord  of  sabbath  they  despise, 
More  harden'd  in  their  baseness  grow, 

Till  mighty  vengeance  from  the  skies 
Shall  hurl  them  down  to  endless  wo. 

81   P  C.  M.  WATT8. 

1  0  Fifth  Commandment. 

LET  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 
Hear  what  their  teachers  say, 


EARLY   PIETY.  209 

With  reverence  meet  their  parents'  word, 
And  with  delight  ohey. 

2  Have  we  not  heard  what  dreadful  plagues 
Are  threaten'd  by  the  Lord, 

To  him  who  breaks  his  father's  law, 
Or  mocks  his  mother's  word  ? 

3  What  heavy  guilt  upon  him  lies  ! 
How  cursed  is  his  name  ! 

The  ravens  shall  pick  out  his  eyes, 
And  eagles  eat  the  same. 

4  But  those  that  worship  God,  and  give 
Their  parents  honour  due, 

Here  on  this  earth  they  long  shall  live, 
And  live  hereafter  too. 

81  FY  7s.  C.  WE 3 LET 

1   I  Obedience  to  Parents. 

HOLY  child  of  heavenly  birth, 
God  made  manifest  on  earth, 
Fain  would  I  thy  follower  be, 
Live  in  every  thing  like  thee. 

2  Thou  whom  angels  serve  and  fear, 
Subject  to  thy  parents  here, 

Didst  to  me  the  pattern  give, 
How  with  mine  I  ought  to  live. 

3  Thy  humility  impart, 
Give  me  thy  obedient  heart, 
Free  and  cheerful  to  fulfil 

All  my  heavenly  Father's  will. 

4  Keep  me  thus  to  God  resign'd, 
Till  his  love  delights  to  find 
Fairly  copied  out  on  me 

All  the  mind  that  was  in  thee. 

81  O  CM.  WATTS, 

1  O  Sixth  Commandment. 

LET  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite, 
For  God  hath  made  them  so : 
14 


210  EARLY   PIETY. 

Let  bears  and  lions  growl  and  fight, 
For  'tis  their  nature  too. 

2  But,  children,  you  should  never  let 
Such  angry  passions  rite  : 

Your  little  hands  were  never  made 
To  tear  each  other's  eyes. 

3  Let  love  through  all  your  actions  run, 
And  all  your  words  be  mild : 

Live  like  the  blessed  virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 

4  His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb; 
And,  as  his  stature  grew, 

He  grew  in  favour  both  with  man 
And  God  his  Father  too. 

5  Now,  Lord  of  all.  he  reig-;.-  above, 
And,  from  his  heavenly  throne, 

He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love. 
And  marks  them  for  his  own. 


319 


7s. 

Against  Cruelty  to  Animals. 

SWEET  it  is  to  see  a  child 
Tender,  merciful,  and  mild  : 
Ever  ready  to  perform 
Acts  of  kindness  to  a  worm  : 
Grieving  that  the  world  should  be 
Such  a  scene  of  misery — 
Scene  in  which  the  creatures  groan 
For  transgressions  not  their  own. 
2  God  is  love,  and  never  can 
Bless  or  love  a  cruel  man  : 
Mercy  rules  in  every  breast 
Where  the  Spirit  deigns  to  rest. 
"We  ourselves  to  mercy  owe 
Our  escape  from  endless  wo; 
And  the  merciless  in  mind 
Shall  themselves  no  mercy  find. 


EARLY   PIETY.  211 

OOfj  C.  M.  WATTS. 

t)/£t  \J         Seventh  Commandment. 

PURE  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  : 
No  wanton  lip,  nor  envious  eye, 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 
2  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame: 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  tbere 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

C.  M.  WATTS, 

Against  bad  Company. 

WHY  should  I  join  with  those  in  play 
In  whom  I've  no  delight? 
"Who  curse  and  swear,  but  never  pray? 

Who  call  ill  names,  and  fight? 
2  I  hate  to  hear  a  wanton  song : 


321 


Their  words  offend  my  ears 
I  would  not  dare  defile  my  tongue 
"With  language  such  as  theirs. 

3  Away  from  fools  I'll  turn  my  eyes, 
Nor  with  the  scoffers  go  : 

I  would  be  walking  with  the  wise, 
That  wiser  I  might  grow. 

4  From  one  rude  boy,  that's  used  to  mock, 
Ten  learn  the  wicked  jest: 

One  sickly  sheep  infects  the  flock, 
And  poisons  all  the  rest. 

5  My  God,  I  hate  to  walk  or  dwell 
With  sinful  children  here  : 

Then  let  me  not  be  sent  to  hell, 
Where  none  but  sinners  are. 

8,7.  WATTS, 

Eighth  Commandment. 

WHY  should  I  deprive  my  neighbour 
Of  his  goods  against  his  will  1 


212  EARLY   PIETY. 

Hands  were  made  for  honest  labour, 
Not  to  plunder  or  to  steal. 

2  'Tis  a  foolish  self-deceiving 

By  such  tricks  to  hope  for  gain  : 
All  that's  ever  got  by  thieving 

Turns  to  sorrow,  shame,  and  pain. 

3  Have  not  Eve  and  Adam  taught  ua 
Their  sad  profit  to  compute  ? 

To  what  dismal  state  they  brought  us 
"When  they  stole  forbidden  fruit? 

4  Oft  we  see  a  young  beginner 
Practice  little  pilfering  ways, 

Till  grown  up  a  harden  a  sinner : 
Then  the  gallows  ends  his  days. 

5  Theft  will  not  be  always  hidden, 
Though  we  fancy  none  can  spy : 

When  we  take  a  thing  forbidden, 
God  beholds  it  with  his  eye. 

6  Guard  my  heart,  0  God  of  heaven ! 
Lest  I  covet  what's  not  mine  : 

Lest  I  steal  what  is  not  given, 

Guard  my  heart  and  hands  from  sin. 

8 00  I*.  M.  WATT8* 

At)  Ninth  Commandment. 

O'TIS  a  lovely  thing  for  youth 
To  walk  betimes  in  wisdom's  way, 
To  fear  a  lie,  to  speak  the  truth, 
That  we  may  trust  to  all  they  say. 

2  But  liars  we  can  never  trust, 

Though  they  should  speak  the  thing  that'* 
true; 
And  he  that  does  one  fault  at  first, 
And  lies  to  hide  it,  makes  it  two. 

3  Have  we  not  known,  or  heard,  or  read, 
How  God  abhors  deceit  and  wrong  ? 

How  Ananias  was  struck  dead, 

Caught  with  a  lie  upon  his  tongue  ? 


EARLY   PIETY.  213 

4  So  did  his  wife  Sapphira  die, 
When  she  came  in,  and  grew  so  bold 

As  to  confirm  that  wicked  lie, 

That  just  before  her  husband  told. 

5  The  Lord  delights  in  them  that  speak 
The  words  of  truth  ;  but  every  liar 

Must  have  his  portion  in  the  lake 

That  burns  with  brimstone  and  with  fire. 

6  Then  let  me  always  watch  my  lips, 
Lest  I  be  struck  to  death  and  hell, 

Since  God  a  book  of  reckoning  keeps 
For  every  lie  that  children  tell. 

Ou  I  Tenth  Commandment. 

LORD,  keep  my  heart  from  vain  desires, 
And  thy  sweet  love  impart; 
For  all  thy  holy  law  requires 
Is  keeping  of  the  heart. 

2  If  vain  desire  once  enters  in, 
It  wanders  to  and  fro, 

And  kindles  till  it  brings  forth  sin, 
And  sin  eternal  wo. 

3  Keep  me  resign'd  to  what  thy  will 
May  give  or  take  away, 

Resolved  that  I  my  part  fulfil, 
And  praying  that  I  may. 

QO  £  8s.  HASTINGS 

O/UU        The  Ten  Commandments. 

ONE  God  I  must  worship  supreme, 
And  ne'er  before  images  bow  : 

1  must  not  speak  light  of  his  name, 
But  pay  to  him  every  vow. 

2  Fm  bound  to  remember,  with  care, 
The  Sabbath  so  hallow'd  and  pure — 

To  honour  my  parents  so  dear, 
That  life  may  the  longer  endure. 


214  EARLY   PIETY. 

3  I  never  must  steal,  or  consent 
To  what  is  impure  or  untrue  : 

1  must  not  indulge  discontent, 

Or  covet  my  neighbour  his  due. 

4  Now  help  me,  0  Father  in  heaven, 

To  keep  these  commandments  with  zeal, 
In  the  strength  that  through  Jesus  is  given 
To  those  who  are  doing  thy  will. 

800  C.  M.  waits 

/6U       Sum  of  the  Commandments. 
LOVE  God  with  all  your  soul  and  strength, 
With  all  your  heart  and  mind; 
And  love  your  neighbour  as  yourself — 
Be  faithful,  just,  and  kind. 

2  Deal  with  another,  as  you'd  have 
Another  deal  with  you  : 

What  you're  unwilling  to  receive 
Be  sure  you  never  do. 


827 


Psalm  xix.  7-14. 

I  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

These  are  my  study  and  delight: 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste  ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 


EARLY   PIETY.  215 

That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 
4  "Who  knows  the  errors'of  his  thoughts.' 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain: 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

80Q  L.  M.  WATT3, 

/CO  Psalm  x\vi.  4. 

THERE  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  : 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 
2  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

80Q  C.  M.  watts 

U  V  Psalm  cxix. 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis,  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlastiug  truth : 
How  pure  is  every  page  ! 

That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 


216  EARLY  PIETY. 

QQH  7,7,7,7,7,7.  C.  WESLEY. 

OOU  2  Km.  Mi.  15. 

OTHAT  I,  like  Timothy, 
Might  the  Holy  Scriptures  know 
From  mine  early  infancy, 

Till  for  God  mature  I  grow ! 
Made  unto  salvation  wise, 
Ready  for  the  glorious  prize  ! 

2  Jesus,  all-redeeming  Lord, 
Full  of  truth,  and  full  of  grace, 

Make  me  understand  thy  word  : 

Teach  me  in  my  youthful  days 
Wonders  in  thy  word  to  see, 
Wise  through  faith  which  is  in  thee. 

3  Open  thou  mine  eyes  of  faith  : 
Open  now  the  book  of  God : 

Show  me  here  the  sacred  path 

Leading  to  thy  bless'd  abode  : 
Wisdom  from  above  impart — 
Speak  the  meaning  to  my  heart. 

L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOB 

The  Bible 2>reciou8. 

THIS  is  a  precious  book  indeed  : 
Happy  the  child  that  loves  to  read ! 
'Tis  God's  own  word,  which  he  has  given 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 
2  It  tells  us  how  the  world  was  made, 
And  how  good  men  the  Lord  obey'd: 
Here  his  commands  are  written  too, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  do. 
8  It  bids  us  all  from  sin  to  fly, 
Because  our  souls  can  never  die : 
It  tells  of  heaven,  where  angels  dwell, 
And  warns  us  to  escape  from  hell. 

4  But,  what  is  more  than  all  beside, 
The  Bible  tells  us  Jesus  diedl 


331 


EARLY   PIETY.  217 

This  is  its  best,  its  chief  intent, 

To  lead  poor  sinners  to  repent. 

5  Let  us  be  thankful  that  we  may 

Read  th  s  good  Bible  every  day : 

'Tis  God's  oven  word,  which  he  has  given 

To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 


332 


Holy  Bible!  Booh  divine! 

HOLY  Bible  !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine,  to  tell  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine,  to  chicle  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love : 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless : 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom : 

0  thou  precious  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 


333 


Teachings  of  the  Bible. 

THE  praises  of  my  tongue 
I  offer  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught  and  learnt  so  young 
To  read  his  holy  word : 

2  That  I  am  brought  to  know 
The  danger  I  was  in, 

By  nature  and  by  practice  too, 
A  wretched  slave  to  sin : 

3  That  I  am  led  to  see 

I  can  do  nothing  well : — 


218  EARLY    PIETY. 

And  whither  shall  a  sinner  flee 
To  save  himself  from  hell  ? 

4  Dear  Lord!  this  book  of  thine 
Informs  me  where  to  go 

For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 
And  make  me  holy  too. 

5  Here  I  can  read  and  learn 
How  Christ,  the  Son  of  God, 

Has  undertook  our  great  concern : 
Our  ransom  cost  his  blood. 

6  And  now  he  reigns  above : 
He  sends  hi.-  Spirit  down 

To  show  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
And  make  his  gospel  known. 

7  0  may  that  Spirit  teach, 
And  make  my  heart  receive 

Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants  rre»  ch, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

8  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord 
In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 

That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 
And  have  not  learnt  in  vain. 

DO  A  CM.  WATTS. 

OO^t     The  Excellence  of  the  Bible. 

GREAT  God!  with  wonder  and  with  prafce, 
On  all  thy  works  I  look ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brighter  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll, 
Have  much  instruction  given  ; 

But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  climb  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 
The  goodness  of  the  Lord; 

But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grotv 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 


EARLY   PIETY.  210 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid, 
Here  iny  best  comfort  lies  : 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  hence  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 
Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 

And  from  thy  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  I  would  learn  how  Christ  has  died 
To  save  my  soul  from  ltell : 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside. 
Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 
And  take  a  fresh  delight 

By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 

8Q  £  C.  M.  WATTS, 

DO  The  Bible  prized. 

THIS  is  the  field  where  hidden  "-<>3 
The  pearl  of  price  unknown ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

2  Here  consecrated  water  flows 
To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  : 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife 
Where  wit  and  reason  fail, 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  0  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving  feet  command  ! 

Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 


220  EARLY   PIETY. 

8Q£  CM.  STEELS 

V\J         Lelighting  in  the  Word. 
FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  -wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find : 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast : 

Subiimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near  : 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

8q>y  L.  M.  wATxa, 

O  I       Obligations  for  the  Gospel. 
LORD,  I  ascribe  it  to  thy  grace, 
Acd  not  to  chance,  as  others  do, 
That  I  was  born  of  Christian  race, 

And  not  a  heathen  nor  a  Jew. 
2  "What  would  the  ancient  Jewish  kings 
And  Jewish  prophets  once  have  given, 
Could  they  have  heard  those  glorious  thing? 
Which  Christ  reveal'd  and  bro't  from  heaven  J 


EARLY   PIETY.  221 

3  How  glad  the  heathen  would  have  been, 
That  worshipp'd  idols,  wood,  and  stone, 

If  they  the  book  of  God  had  seen, 
Or  Jesus  and  his  gospel  known ! 

4  Then  if  this  gospel  I  refuse, 

How  shall  I  e'er  lift  up  mine  eyes? 
For  all  the  Gentiles  and  the  Jews 
Against  me  will  in  judgment  rise. 

8QQ  L.  M.  WATT&. 

DO      Christian  Privileges  prized. 
GREAT  God !  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise, 
To  thee  my  youngest  hours  belong : 

1  would  begin  niy  life  with  praise, 
Till  growing  years  improve  the  song. 

2  'Tis  to  thy  sovereign  grace  I  owe 
That  I  was  born  on  Christian  ground, 

Where  streams  of  heavenly  mercy  flow, 
And  words  of  sweet  salvation  sound. 

3  I  would  not  change  my  native  land 
For  rich  Peru,  with  all  her  gold : 

A  nobler  prize  lies  in  my  hand 
Than  east  or  western  Indies  hold. 

4  How  do  I  pity  those  that  dwell 
Where  ignorance  and  darkness  reigns : 

They  know  no  heaven,  they  fear  no  hell — 
Those  endless  joys,  those' endless  pains. 

5  Thy  glorious  promises,  0  Lord, 
Kindle  my  hopes  and  my  desire: 

While  all  the  preachers  of  thy  word 
Warn  me  to  'scape  eternal  fire. 

6  Thy  praise  shall  still  employ  my  breath, 
Since  thou  hast  mark'd  my  way  to  heaven i 

Nor  will  I  run  the  road  to  death, 

And  waste  the  blessings  thou  hast  given. 


222  EARLY   PIETY. 

8QQ  L.  M.  watts. 

OV  Solemn  Thoughts. 

THERE  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 
Lord  of  the  heavens,  and  earth,  and  seas: 

1  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  that  he  has  writ, 
To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do: 

My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  of  rich  grace, 
Whence  sinners  all  their  comfort  draw: 

Lord,  I  repent,  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die. 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come : 

A  thousand  children  young  as  I 

Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom.' 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  : 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead. 

6  Just  as  a  tree  cut  down,  that  fell 

To  north  or  southward,  there  it  lies : 
So  man  departs  to  heaven  or  hell, 
Fix'd  in  that  state  wherein  he  dies. 

8   A  A  C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

lU  Good  Resolutions. 

COME,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 
And  think  that  we  must  die : 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 

Compared  with  those  on  high! 
2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past — 

Our  brightest  joys  decay; 
Cut  pleasures  there  for  ever  last, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 


EARLY    PIETY.  223 

3  Here  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 
With  many  cares  distrest : 

But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more, 
And  there  the  weary  rest. 

4  Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  call; 
At  once  must  hence  depart ; 

But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them  all, 
And  neyer,  never  part. 

5  Then  let  us  love  and  serve  the  Lord 
With  all  our  youthful  powers ; 

And  we  shall  gain  this  great  reward, 
This  glory  shall  be  nurs. 

QZJ  1  0.  M. 

Oil  Th  e  w  ise  Cho  ice. 

WHY  should  we  spend  our  youthful  days 
In  folly  and  in  sin, 
When  wisdom  shows  her  pleasant  ways, 
And  bids  us  walk  therein  ? 

2  Polly  and  sin  our  peace  destroy, 
They  glitter  and  are  past : 

They  yield  us  but  a  moment's  joy, 
And  end  in  death  at  last. 

3  But,  if  true  wisdom  we  possess, 
Our  joys  shall  never  cease: 

Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

4  0  may  we,  in  our  youthful  days, 
Attend  to  wisdom's  voice; 

And  make  these  holy,  happy  ways, 
Our  own  delightful  choice ! 


342 


Choosing  the  Better  Part. 

MANY  voices  seem  to  say, 
"Hither,  children — here's  the  way; 
Haste  along  and  nothing  fear — 
Every  pleasant  thing  is  here  1" 


224  EARLY   PIETY. 

2  Yes — but  whither  would  ye  lead? 
Is  it  happiness  indeed? 

Or  a  little  shining  show, 
Leading  down  to  death  and  wo? 

3  We  were  made  for  better  things  : 
High  as  heaven  our  nature  springs : 
Like  the  lark  that  upward  flies, 
We  were  made  to  seek  the  skies. 

4  We  were  made  to  love  and  fear 
That  great  God  who  placed  us  here: 
Made  to  study  and  fulfil 

All  his  good  and  holy  will. 

5  We  were  made  to  work  awhile, 
Cheerful  at  our  work  to  smile : 
Thinking,  as  we  labour  thus, 

Of  the  heaven  prepared  for  us. 

6  So,  a  pleasant  path  we'll  tread, 
By  the  hand  of  Jesus  led, 

Till  from  sin  and  sorrow  freed — 
Ours  is  happiness  indeed ! 

8  A  O  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

±0         We  will  serve  the  Lord. 
YOUTH,  health,  and  strength  are  ours  to-day^ 
And  years  to  come  in  prospect  lie ; 
But  youth,  health,  strength,  must  soon  decay, 
This  year — this  moment,  we  may  die. 

2  Brought  to  the  altar  of  the  Lord, 
Eternal  enmity  we  now 

To  sin  and  Satan  would  record — 
To  Christ  eternal  homage  vow. 

3  Lord,  to  thyself  our  spirits  draw, 
Bind  our  affections  with  thy  love  : 

Incline  our  hearts  to  keep  thy  law, 
And  fix  our  hopes  on  things  above. 

4  The  fragrance,  dew,  and  flower  of  youth, 
The  health  and  strength  of  nature's  prime, 


EARLY    PIETY.  225 

We  here  present — 0  !  thine,  in  truth, 
Be  all  our  talents,  all  our  time. 

84  A  C.    M.  JANE  lAVLOR. 

TTT:  The  Folly  and  C>  hue  of  Delay. 

OTIS  a  tolly  and  a  crime 
To  put  religion  by  ! 
For  how  is  the  accepted  time; 
To-morrow  we  may  die. 

2  Our  hearts  grow  harder  every  day, 
And  more  depraved  the  mind — 

The  longer  we  neglect  to  pray, 
The  le^.>  we  feel  inclined. 

3  Yet  sinners  trifle,  young  and  old, 
Until  their  dying  day  ; 

Then  they  would  give  a  world  of  gold 
To  have  an  hour  to  pray. 

4  0  then,  lest  we  should  perish  thus, 
Let  us  no  longer  wait: 

For  time  will  soon  be  past  with  us, 
And  death  must  fix  our  state. 

8AZ  L.  M.  wat*;:. 

xO  Danger  of  Delay. 

WHY  should  I  say  'tis  yet  too  soon 
To  seek  for  heaven,  or  think  of  death? 
A  flower  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 
And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath. 

2  If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 
Despise  the  gracious  calls  of  Heaven, 

I  may  be  harden'd  in  my  sin, 

And  never  have  repentance  given. 

3  What  if  the  Lord  grow  wroth  and  swear, 
While  I  refuse  to  read  and  pray, 

That  he'll  refuse  to  lend  an  ear 
To  all  my  groans  another  day  : 

4  What  if  his  dreadful  anger  burn, 
While  I  refuse  his  offer'd  grace, 

15 


226  EARLY  PIETY. 

And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 

And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place  ! 

5  'Tis  dangerous  to  provoke  a  God, 

His  power  and  vengeance  none  can  tell, 
One  stroke  of  his  almighty  rod 

Shall  send  young  sinners  quick  to  hell. 

6  Then  'twill  for  ever  he  in  vain 
To  cry  for  pardon  and  for  grace, 

To  wish  I  had  my  time  again, 
Or  hope  to  see  my  Maker's  face. 

8/IO  CM.  WATTS 

1U  Against  Idleness. 

HOW  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
Improve  each  shining  hour, 
And  gather  honey  all  the  day 
From  every  opening  flower. 

2  How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell ! 
How  neat  she  spreads  her  wax  ! 

And  labours  hard  to  store  it  well 
With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 

3  In  works  of  labour,  or  of  skill, 

1  would  be  busy  too  ; 

For  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 
For  idle  hands  to  do. 

4  In  books,  or  works,  or  healthful  play, 
Let  my  first  years  be  past, 

That  I  may  give  for  every  day 
Some  good  account  at  last. 

7s.  c.  WES1EE 

Against  Idleness. 

IDLE  boys  and  men  are  found 
Standing  on  the  devil's  ground : 
He  will  find  them  work  to  do, 
He  will  pay  their  wages  too. 

2  Are  they  not  of  wisdom  void, 
Those  tbat  saunter  unemploy'd  : 


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EARLY   PIETY.  227 

Young  or  old,  who  fondly  play 
Their  important  time  away  ? 

3  We  by  idleness  expose 
Our  own  souls  to  endless  woes : 
We,  whenever  loitering  thus, 
Tempt  the  devil  to  tempt  us. 

4  Jesus,  help  !  to  thee  we  pray : 
Take  the  cursed  root  away  : 
Idleness  far  off  remove, 
Let  us  thee  and  labour  love : 

5  All  our  time  and  vigour  give, 
Serve  our  Maker  while  we  live : 
Use  for  God  the  talents  given, 
Work  on  earth,  and  rest  in  heaven. 

C.  M.  WATTS, 

The  Cliild'8  Complaint. 

WHY  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well, 
So  constant  at  my  play  ; 
And  lose  the  thoughts  of  heaven  and  hell, 
And  then  forget  to  pray  ? 

2  What  do  I  read  my  Bible  for, 
But,  Lord,  to  learn  thy  will  ? 

And  shall  I  daily  know  thee  more, 
And  less  obey  thee  still? 

3  How  senseless  is  my  heart,  and  wild ! 
How  vain  are  all  my  thoughts ! 

Pity  the  weakness  of  a  child, 
And  pardon  all  my  faults. 

4  Make  me  thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear, 
And  let  me  love  to  pray; 

Since  God  will  lend  a  gracious  ear 
To  what  a  child  can  say. 

C.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

O  The  hard  Heart. 

WHAT  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do, 
Who  feels  with  guilt  opprest  ? 


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228  EARLY   PIETY. 

There's  evil  that  I  never  knew 
Before,  within  my  breast. 

2  My  thoughts  are  vain,  my  heart  is  hard 
My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 

And  when  I  seem  rp<m  my  guard, 
It  takes  me  by  surprise. 

3  Often  when  I  begin  to  pray, 
And  lift  my  feeble  cry, 

Some  thought  of  folly  or  of  play 
Prevents  me  when  I  try. 

4  On  many  Sabbaths,  though  I've  heard 
Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven, 

I've  scarcely  listen'd  to  thy  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiven. 

5  0  look  with  pity  in  thine  eye 
Upon  a  heart  so  hard: 

Thou  wilt  not  slight  a  feeble  cry, 
Or  show  it  no  regard. 

3^  A  CM.  JANE  TAYLO* 

0\J  Wandering  Thoughts. 

WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile ; 
And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 

I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 

3  0  let  me  never,  never  dare 
To  act  a  trifier's  part, 

Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  his  ways  my  choice, 
As  holy  children  do, 

Then,  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  him  too. 


851 


EARLY    PIETY.  2*29 

7,7,7,7,7,7. 
Wicked  Words. 

WORDS  are  things  of  little  cost, 
Quickly  spoken,  quickly  lost: 
We  forget  them,  but  they  stand 
"Witnesses  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  their  testimony  bear 
For  us,  or  against  us  there. 

2  0,  how  often  ours  have  been 
Idle  words,  and  words  of  sin  ! 
Words  of  anger,  scorn,  or  pride, 
Or  deceit,  our  faults  to  hide  ; 
Envious  tales,  or  strife  unkind, 
Leaving  bitter  thoughts  behind. 

3  Grant  us,  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 
Strength  to  watchman  d  grace  to  pray : 
May  our  lips,  from  sin  kept  free, 
Love  to  speak  and  sing  of  thee — 
Till  in  heaven  we  learn  to  raise 
Hymns  of  everlasting  praise. 

3K()  7S.  JANE  TAYLOB. 

t)  U  Conscience. 

WHEN  a  foolish  thought  within 
Tries  to  take  us  in  a  snare, 
Conscience  tells  us,  "  It  is  sin," 
And  entreats  us  to  beware. 

2  If  in  something  we  transgress, 
And  are  tempted  to  deny, 

Conscience  says,  "Your  fault  confess: 
Do  not  dare  to  tell  a  lie." 

3  In  the  morning  when  we  rise, 
And  would  fain  omit  to  pray, 

•'Child,  consider,"  Conscience  cries, 
"  Should  not  God  be  sought  to-day  ?" 

4  When  our  angry  passions  rise, 
Tempting  to  revenge  an  ill, 

''Now  subdue  it,"  Conscience  cries, 
"And  command  your  temper  still." 


3 


280  EARLY   PIETY. 

5  Thus,  without  our  will  or  choice. 
This  good  monitor  within, 

With  a  secret,  gentle  voice, 
Warns  us  to  beware  of  sin. 

6  But  if  we  should  disregard, 
While  this  friendly  voice  doth  call, 

Conscience  soon  will  grow  so  hard, 
That  it  will  not  speak  at  all. 

XQ  L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR 

0 D  The  pemten t  Ch ild. 

LORD,  I  have  dared  to  disobey 
My  friends  on  earth,  and  thee  in  hsaven, 
0  help  me  now  to  come  and  pray, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  to  be  forgiven. 

2  I  cannot  say  I  did  not  know, 

For  Fve  been  taught  thy  holy  will; 
And  while  my  conscience  told  me  so, 
And  bade  me  stop,  I  did  it  still. 

3  But  thou  wast  there  to  see  my  crime, 
And  write  it  in  thy  judgment-book  : 

0  make  me  fear,  another  time, 
A  sinful  thought,  or  word,  or  look. 

4  Forgive  me,  Lord,  forgive,  I  pray, 

*  This  wicked  thing  that  I  have  done ; 
And  take  my  sinful  heart  away, 
And  make  me  holy,  like  thy  Son. 

S.  M.  BISHOP  CJPEP.& 

For  Pardon  and  Renewal. 

LORD,  teach  me  how  to  pray, 
Teach  me  to  love  it  too ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 

Make  all  my  nature  new. 
2  I  want  to  be  thy  child, 

I  want  my  sins  forgiven : 
I  want  a  spirit  meek  and  mild, 
I  want  to  get  to  heaven. 


354 


3 


EARLY   PIETY.  231 

3  Do  show  me,  Lord,  the  way ; 

And  guide  me  on  the  road ; 
And  let  me  never  go  astray 
Till  I  get  home  to  God. 
ZZ  CM. 

00       The  Pardon  and  Renewal. 

LORD,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray: 
Thy  grace  betimes  impart; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  sinful  heart. 

2  A  fallen  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  my  birth  I  stray'd : 

I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 

3  For  Jesus'  sake  my  sins  forgive, 
And  wash  away  their  stain: 

0  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

3%.  ft  5,11.  T.  O.  SUMMERS!. 

0\J  For  Pardon  and  Sanctification. 
GREAT  Father  on  high  ! 
Look  down  from  the  sky 
And  listen  to  me, 
While  trying  to  lift  up  my  heart  unto  theo» 

2  My  sins  I  confess — 
0  give  me  thy  grace, 
And  pardon  my  guilt, 

Through  Jesus,  whose  blood  for  my  pardou 
was  spilt. 

3  My  nature  subdue, 
And  form  it  anew  : 
Thy  Spirit  impart, 

Both  now  and  for  ever  to  dwell  in  my  heart. 

4  Thus,  Father,  shall  I 
To  thee  live  and  die; 
And  finally  be 

By  angels  caught  up  to  live  ever  with  thee. 


85T 


EARLY    PIETY. 

L.   M.  JANE  TAYLORi 

Our  Father,  v-JiD  art  in  Henren — 

GREAT  God,  ami  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  F.ither  and  my  Friend, 

1  but  a  child,  and  thou  su  high. 

The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ! 

2  Art  thou  ray  Father?     Canst  thou  bear 
To  hear  my  poor,  imperfect  prayer; 

Or  stoop  to  listen  to  the  praise 
That  such  a  little  one  can  raise? 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  ?     Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee; 

And  try,  in  word,  and  deed,  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 

4  Art  thou  my  Father?     Then  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child,  above. 

3^Q  S.  M.  FAWCETE, 

OO  Be  Thou  the  Guide  of  my    Youth. 
WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  pray  : 
0,  bring  me  now,  while  I  am  young, 
To  thee,  the  living  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care: 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine: 

Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4  0,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  : 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 


EARLY   PIETY.  233 

L.  M.  WATTS. 

The  Rnbrs  »f  richest  Dress. 

WHY  should  our  garments,  marie  to  hide 
Our  pa  rents' shn  me,  provoke  our  pride? 
The  art  of  dress  did  ne'er  begin 
Till  Eve,  our  mother,  learn'd  to  sin. 

2  When  first  she  put  the  covering  on, 
Her  robe  of  innocence  was  gone  ; 
And  yet  her  children  vainly  boast 

In  the  sad  marks  of  glory  lost. 

3  How  proud  we  are !  how  fond  to  show 
Our  clothes,  and  call  them  rich  and  new ! 
When  the  poor  sheep  and  silkworm  wore 
That  very  clothing  long  before. 

4  The  tulip  and  the  butterfly 
Appear  in  gayer  coats  than  I: 
Let  me  be  dress'd  fine  as  I  will, 

Flies,  worms,  and  flowers  exceed  me  still. 

5  Then  will  I  set  my  heart  to  find 
Inward  adornings  of  the  mind  : 
Knowledge  and  virtue,  truth  and  grace, 
These  are  the  robes  of  richest  dress. 

6  No  more  shall  worms  with  me  compare : 
This  is  the  raiment  angels  wear: 

The  Son  of  God,  when  here  below, 
Put  on  this  bless'd  apparel  too. 

7  It  never  fades,  it  ne'er  grows  old, 
Nor  fears  the  rain,  nor  moth,  nor  mould: 
It  takes  no  spot,  but  still  refines  : 

The  more  'tis  worn  the  more  it  shines, 

8  In  this  on  earth  would  I  appear, 
Then  go  to  heaven,  and  wear  it  there : 
God  will  approve  it  in  his  sight, 

'Tis  his  own  work  and  his  delight. 


234  EARLY   PIETY. 

8£  A  CM.  C.  WESLE* 

All  Goodness  of  God. 
WHY  should  our  parents  call  us  good, 
And  poison  us  with  praise, 
When  born  in  sin,  by  nature  proud, 
And  void  we  are  of  grace  ? 

2  Who  fancy  righteousness  in  man, 
Themselves  they  have  not  known  : 

Evil  are  all  our  thoughts  and  vain, 
And  God  is  good  alone. 

3  Good  of  himself  he  only  is; 
And  if  he  makes  us  good, 

Our  goodness  is  not  ours,  but  his, 
For  Jesus'  sake  bestow'd. 

4  Glory  to  God,  if  we  receive 
The  smallest  spark  of  grace  ! 

He  only  doth  our  goodness  give, 
And  his  be  all  the  praise. 

Qfil  7s. 

UU1     Coming  to  the  Good  Shepherd, 

TO  thy  pastures  green  and  fair, 
Saviour,  let  a  child  repair : 

1  will  never  stray  from  thee, 
But  thy  fold  my  home  shall  be. 

2  Like  a  gentle  lamb,  I'll  stay 
In  the  meadows  fresh  and  gay: 
Peaceful  and  contented  there, 
Guarded  by  my  Shepherd's  care. 

3  By  the  waters  still  and  clear, 
I  shall  wander  free  from  fear  : 
Happy  by  my  Shepherd's  side, 
All  my  wants  shall  be  supplied. 

4  Lord,  wilt  thou  my  Shepherd  be? 
Help  me  then  to  follow  thee: 

At  thy  feet  myself  I  cast, 

Thee  to  serve  while  life  shall  last. 


EARLY   PIETY.  235 

3£jO  _    8,7/.  C.  WESLEY. 

U/6  Coming  to  Jesus. 

TEACHER,  guide  of  young  beginners, 
Let  a  child  approach  to  thee — 
Thee,  who  cani'st  to  ransom  sinners — 

Thee,  who  diedst  to  ransom  me. 
Into  thy  protection  take  me, 

Full  of  goodness  as  thou  art : 
After  thine  own  image  make  me, 
Make  me  after  thine  own  heart. 
2  Exercise  the  potter's  power 

Over  this  unshapen  clay : 
Call  me  in  the  morning  hour : 

Teach  my  youthful  mind  the  way. 
With  a  tender  awe  inspire, 

That  I  never  more  may  rove  : 
Every  spark  of  good  desire 
Blow  into  a  flame  of  love. 


363 


Coming  to  Jesus. 

GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child : 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  Thee. 

2  Put  thy  hands  upon  my  head  : 
Let  me  in  thine  arms  be  stay'd  : 
Give  me,  Lord,  thy  blessing  givo  : 
Pray  for  me,  and  I  shall  live. 

3  I  shall  live  the  simple  life, 
Free  from  sin's  uneasy  strife  ; 
Sweetly  ignorant  of  ill, 
Innocent  and  happy  still. 

4  0  that  I  may  never  know 
What  the  wicked  people  do ! 
Sin  is  contrary  to  Thee, 

Sin  is  the  forbidden  tree. 


236  EARLY   PIETY. 

5  Keep  me  from  the  great  offence, 
Guard  my  helpless  innocence: 
Hide  me,  from  all  evil  hide, 
Self,  and  stubbornness,  and  pride. 

3  f>  A  C.  M.  C.  WESLET, 

U  X  Coming  to  Jesus. 

LOVER  of  little  children,  Thee, 
0  Jesus,  we  adore  : 
Our  kind  and  loving  Saviour  be, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

2  0  take  us  up  into  thine  arms, 
And  we  are  truly  blest: 

Thy  new-born  babes  are  safe  from  harms, 
While  harbour'd  in  thy  breast. 

3  Still,  as  we  grow  in  years,  in  grace 
And  wisdom  let  us  grow : 

But  never  leave  thy  dear  embrace, 
But  never  evil  know. 

4  Strong  let  us  in  thy  grace  abide; 
But,  ignorant  of  ill, 

In  malice,  subtlety,  and  pride, 
Let  us  be  children  still. 

5  Lover  of  little  children,  Thee, 
0  Jesus,  we  adore  : 

Our  kind  and  loving  Saviour  be 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

8£j<  lis.  C.  WESLET. 

\)0  Coming  to  Jesus. 

COME,  let  us  embrace,  In  our  earliest  days, 
The  offers  of  life  and  salvation  by  grace  : 
Let  us  gladly  believe,  And  the  pardon  receive, 
Which  the  Father  of  mercies  through  Jesus 
doth  give. 

2  His  kingdom  below  He  hath  call'd  us  to  know, 
And  in  stature  and  heavenly  wisdom  to  stow  : 


EARLY    VLE?\.  237 

In  his  work  to  remain,  Till  his  imago  we  gain; 
And  the  fulness  of  Christ  in  perfection  attain, 

3  Then  let  us  begin  By  renouncing  all  sin, 
And  expecting  the  blood   that  shall  wash  our 

hearts  clean  : 
With  endeavour  sincere  To  Jesus  draw  near, 
And   be   instant   in    prayer    till    our   Saviour 

appear. 

4  If  now  Thou  art  nigh,  Appear  at  our  cry, 
Thy  love  to  reveal,  and  thy  blood  to  apply  : 
Thy  little  ones  own,  And  perfect  in  one> 
And  admit  us  at  last  to  a  share  of  thy  throne, 

8 /SO  C.  M.  BISHOP  CAPERS.. 

DO     Christ  bfessiiHj  little  Children. 
AS  Jesus  his  disciples  taught 
His  Father's  will  to  do, 
Parents  their  little  children  brought, 
That  he  might  bless  them  too. 

2  "  Forbid  them,"  the  disciples  cried, 
"Nor  make  them  any  room:" 

"Forbid  them  not,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"But  suffer  them  to  come. 

3  "Who,  than  the  lambs,  the  Shepherd's  care, 
More  fitly  might  receive? 

And  these  my  heavenly  kingdom  share: 
I  bless  them,  and  they  live." 

4  Then  in  his  arms  he  took  them  up, 
And  on  them  laid  his  hands: 

Joy  to  the  world  for  Israel's  hope, 
And  Jesus'  kind  commands. 

80**/  7,6.  EDJIESTOK. 

0  I     Christ  blessi»(j  little  Children. 
WHO  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 
That  once  loved  children  so! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 
Who  did  that  Saviour  know ! 


mSO  EARLY   PIETY. 

2  Infants  were  brought  before  him, 
He  smiled  on  them,  and  shed 

A  sweet,  a  holy  blessing 
In  love  upon  each  head. 

3  "0  bring  them,"  he  commanded, 
"And  send  them  not  away  : 

My  Father's  heavenly  kingdom 
Is  fill'd  with  such  as  they.'' 

4  Who  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 
That  once  loved  children  so  ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 
Who  did  that  Saviour  know ! 

8/50  _  11,9.  THOMPSON. 

\)0  Of  such  is  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven. 

I  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of 
old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  call'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  his 
fold— 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

1  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my 

head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me ; 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when 

he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

2  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, — 

In  that  heavenly  place  he  is  gone  to  prepare 
For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven ; 

And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


EARLY   PIETY.  239 

C.  M.  C.  WESLEY. 

Praise  and  Thanksgiving. 

COME,  let  us  join  the  hosts  above, 
Now  in  our  youngest  days — 
Remember  our  Creator's  love, 
And  lisp  our  Father's  praise. 

2  His  majesty  will  not  despise 
The  day  of  feeble  things  : 

Grateful  the  songs  of  children  rise, 
And  please  the  King  of  kings. 

3  He  loves  to  be  remember'd  thus, 
And  honour'd  for  his  grace : 

Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  like  us 
His  wisdom  perfects  praise. 

4  Glory  to  God,  and  praise,  and  power, 
Honour  and  thanks  be  given  : 

Children  and  cherubim  adore 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

9^0  C'  M*  JANE  TAYL0U* 

V  I  \J       Gratitude  and  Obedience. 

LORD,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care, 
And  all  thy  love  to  me  : 
The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  wear, 
Are  all  bestow'd  by  thee. 

2  'Tis  thou  preservest  me  from  death 
And  dangers  every  hour  : 

I  cannot  draw  another  breath 
Unless  thou  give  me  power. 

3  My  health,  and  friends,  and  parents  dear, 
To  me  by  God  are  given : 

I  have  not  any  blessing  here 
But  what  is  sent  from  heaven. 

4  Such  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 
A  child  can  ne'er  repay; 

But  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer 
To  love  thee  and  obey. 


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371 


C.  M.  .TAXE  TAYLOB. 

Submission  mid  Trust. 

NOW  that  my  journey's  just  begun, 
My  road  so  little  trod, 
I'll  come  before  I  further  run, 
And  give  myself  to  God. 

2  What  sorrows  may  my  steps  attend, 
I  never  can  foretell; 

But  if  the  Lord  will  be  my  Friend, 
I  know  that  all  is  well. 

3  If  all  my  earthly  friends  should  die, 
And  leave  me  mourning  here, 

Since  God  can  hear  the  orphan's  cry, 
0  what  have  I  to  fear? 

4  If  I  am  poor,  he  can  supply, 
Who  has  my  table  spread —  • 

Who  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 
And  fills  the  poor  with  bread. 

5  If  I  am  rich,  he'll  guard  my  heart, 
Temptation  to  withstand; 

And  make  me  willing  to  impart 
The  bounties  of  his  hand. 

6  But,  Lord,  whatever  grief  or  ill 
For  me  may  be  in  store, 

Make  me  submissive  to  thy  will, 
And  I  would  ask  no  more. 

8>YQ  C.  M.  WATTS. 

i  &  Psalm xxvii.  8-10. 

SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied,  without  delay, 
"  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 
2  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 


EARLY   PIETY.  241 

3  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  : 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 
O7O  7s. 

y  |y  The  Orphan' 8  Dependence. — Ps.  xxvii* 

WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 
Hear,  Jehovah,  from  afar: 
Let  thy  tender  mercies  be 

Still  propitious  to  my  prayer. 
When  thou  bad'st  me  seek  thy  face, 

Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 
Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, 

"  Thee  I'll  seek,  0  Lord  most  high !" 
2  Should  the  world  deceitful  prove, 

When  no  more  its  help  I  share, 
Though  decay'd  a  mother's  love, 

Though  withdrawn  a  father's  care, — ■ 
Then  Jehovah's  guardian  eye 

Shall  my  orphan  state  defend — 
Shall  a  parent's  place  supply, 

Be  my  Guardian,  Father,  Friend ! 

syriA  c.  M. 

O  I   ±         The  Orphan' 8  Prayer. 

MY  Father  and  my  Friend,  to  thee 
I  Kft  my  weeping  eye  j 
For  thou  canst  wash  away  my  tears, 

And  all  my  wants  supply. 
2  No  tender  mother's  gentle  smile 

Each  morn  awaits  me  now ; 
Nor  longer  can  I  feel  the  kiss 

That  press'd  my  infant  brow. 
8  No  more  within  her  arms  of  love 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
Secure  and  peaceful  as  the  dove 
Within  its  shelter'd  nest 
18 


242  EABLT    PIETY. 

4  An  orphan  ?'n  ib*  cold,  wide  -world, 
Dear  Lord,  I  come  to  thee : 

Thou,  Father  of  tne  fatherless, 
My  Friend  and  father  be. 

5  0  guide  and  guard  me  by  thy  grace, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  own ; 

And  fit  me  for  that  happy  place 
Where  partings  are  unknown ! 

0>7£  8,8,6. 

* »  I  O  The  Orjihan's  Hope. 

OTIIOU,  the  helpless  orphan's  hope, 
To  whom  alone  my  eyes  look  up 
In  each  distressing  hour, — 
Father,  (for  that's  the  sweetest  name 
That  e'er  these  lips  were  taught  to  frame,) 
Defend  me  with  thy  power. 

9,  Low  in  the  dust  my  parents  lie, 
And  no  attentive  ear  is  nigh 

But  thine  to  mark  my  wo : 
tTo  hand  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
">Ao  gentle  voice  to  soothe  my  fears, 

Remains  to  me  below. 

3  Xow,  all  my  earthly  friends  are  gone, 
And  with  them  all  my  comfort  flown, 

I  lift  my  prayer  to  thee : 
Do  thou  the  Holy  Spirit  send, 
My  Guardian,  Guide,  Instructor,  Friend, 

And  Comforter -to  be. 

4  Protect  and  lead  my  erring  youth 
In  paths  of  piety  and  truth, 

Nor  ever  let  me  stray ; 
But,  through  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 
Bring  me  to  dwell  with  thee  above, 

In  everlasting  day. 


376 


EARLY   PIETY.  213 


7s 


The  Orphan's  Comfort. 

WHITHER,  but  to  thee,  0  Lord, 
Shall  a  little  orphan  go? 
Thou  alone  canst  speak  the  word, 
Thou  canst  dry  my  tears  of  wo. 
Father,  may  my  lips  once  more 
Whisper  that  beloved  name  ? 
Helpless,  guilty,  friendless,  poor, 
Let  me  thy  protection  claim. 

2  0  my  Father,  may  I  tell 

All  my  wants  and  woes  to  thee  ? 
Every  want  thou  knowest  well, 

Every  wo  thine  eye  can  see  : 
'Twas  thy  hand  that  took  away 

Father,  mother,  from  my  sight — 
Him  that  was  my  infant  stay, 

Her  that  watch'd  me  day  and  night, 

3  Yet  I  bless  thee,  for  I  know 
Thou  hast  wounded  me  in  love, 

Wean'd  my  heart  from  things  below, 

That  it  might  aspire  above. 
Here  I  tarry  for  a  while : 

Saviour,  keep  me  near  thy  side : 
Cheer  my  journey  with  thy  smile. 

Be  my  Father,  Friend,  and  Guide. 

OfYiy  C.  M.  WATT* 

Oil      Advantages  of  early  Religion. 

HAPPY  the  child,  whose  youngest  years 
Receive  instruction  well — 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell ! 
2  When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God, 

'Tis  pleasing  in  his  eyes  : 
A  flower,  when  offer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 


*244  EARLY  PIETY. 

3  'Tis  easier  work  if  we  begin 
To  fear  the  Lord  betimes ; 

While  sinners  that  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  harden'd  in  their  crimes. 

4  'Twill  save  us  from  a  thousand  snares 
To  mind  religion  young : 

Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 
And  make  our  virtue  strong. 

5  To  thee,  Almighty  God !  to  thee, 
Our  childhood  we  resign  : 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back,  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

6  Let  the  sweet  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
Employ  my  youngest  breath  : 

Thus  I'm  prepared  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 


378 


Prov.  iii.  13-17. 

0  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice ! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 
Than  east  or  west  unfold ; 

And  her  reward  is  more  secure 
Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 
A  length  of  happy  years  ; 

And  in  her  left  the  prize  of  fame 
And  honour  bright  appears. 

4  She  guides  the  young  with  innocencs 
In  pleasure's  path  to  tread : 

A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labours  rise, 
So  her  rewards  increase : 


EARLY  PIETY.  245 

Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

8rfQ  8,8,6.  c.  WESLar. 

I  V      Happiness  of  early  Piety. 
HAPP I  beyond  description  he 
Who  in  the  paths  of  piety 
Loves  from  his  birth  to  run ! 
Its  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  its  paths  are  joy  and  peace, 

And  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
2  If  this  felicity  were  mine, 

1  every  other  would  resign 
With  just  and  holy  scorn  : 

Cheerful  and  blithe  my  way  pursue, 
And  with  the  promised  land  in  view, 
Singing  to  God  return. 

8Q  A  7s.  MRS.  MASTERS 

OU  Pleasures  of  Religion. 

JT^IS  religion  that  can  give 

X    Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live : 
'Tis  religion  must  suppty 
Solid  comforts  when  we  die. 

2  After  death,  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity : 

Let  me  then  make  God  my  friend, 
And  on  all  his  ways  attend. 

qoi  7,6. 

P/O  1  Pleasures  of  Religion. 

IT  is  not  earthly  pleasure, 
That  withers  in  a  day — 
It  is  not  mortal  treasure, 

That  flieth  soon  away — 
It  is  not  friends  that  leave  us— 

It  is  not  sense  nor  sin, 
That  smile  but  to  deceive  us, 
Can  give  us  peace  within. 


246  EARLY   PIETY 

2  But  'tis  religion  bringeth 
Joy  earth  can  not  control : 

Kich  from  the  throne  it  springeth-» 

A  fountain  to  the  soul. 
He  that  is  m-eek  and  lowly 

The  Saviour's  face  shall  see : 
To  none  but  to  the  holy 

Heaven's  gates  shall  open'd  be. 

3  Lord,  be  thy  Spirit  near  us, 
While  we  thy  words  are  taught; 

And  may  these  days  that  cheer  us 
"With  future  good  be  fraught : 

May  we,  to  heaven  invited, 

When  youth  and  life  are  flown, 

Teachers  and  taught  united, 
Assemble  round  the  throne. 

80i)  C.  M.  eebes, 

O>0   Sweetness  of  Religion  in  Youth. 
BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweety 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay  : 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's. maturer  age 

May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power^ 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  we~e  found 
Within  thy  Father's  shrine, — 


EARLY   PIETY.  247 

Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crown'd, 

Were  all  alike  divine, — 
6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

8Q  Q  C.  M.  FAWCETT. 

OD  Importance  of  Religion  to  the  Young. 
T%  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
-£v  Of  mortals  here  below  : 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

2  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom: 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

3  0  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

4  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  : 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

5  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  : 
Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies ! 


881 


X        Examples  of  early  Piety. 

WHAT  blest  examples  do  I  find, 
Writ  in  the  word  of  truth, 
Of  children  that  began  to  mind 
Religion  in  their  youth  ! 


248  EARLY   PIETY. 

2  Jesus,  who  reigns  above  the  sky, 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe, 

"Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I, 
And  kept  his  Father's  law. 

3  At  twelve  years  old  he  talk'd  with  men, 
(The  Jews  all  wondering  stand,) 

Yet  he  obey'd  his  mother  then, 
And  came  at  her  command. 

4  Children  a  sweet  hosanna  sung, 
And  bless'd  their  Saviour's  name  : 

They  gave  him  honour  with  their  tongue, 
While  Scribes  and  Priests  blaspheme. 

5  Samuel  the  child  was  wean'd  and  brought 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord: 

Young  Timothy  betimes  was  taught 
To  know  his  holy  word. 

6  Then  why  should  I  so  long  delay 
What  others  learn'd  so  soon  ? 

1  would  not  pass  another  day 
Without  this  work  begun. 

i>QZ  CM. 

OOO  The  holy  child  Jena. 

A  BASH'D  be  all  the  boast  of  age, 
■ii-  Be  hoary  learning  dumb ! 
Expounder  of  the  mystic  page, 
Behold  an  infant  come  ! 

2  0  Wisdom !  whose  unfading  power 
Beside  th'  Eternal  stood, 

To  frame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour, 
The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood  : 

3  Yet  didst  not  thou  disdain  awhile 
An  infant  form  to  wear, — 

To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 
And  lisp  thy  falter'd  prayer. 


HEBER. 


EARLY  PIETY.  249 

4  But  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 
With  Israel's  elders  round, 

Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

5  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name  ! 
And,  Saviour,  deign  to  bless, 

With  fostering  grace,  the  timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness ! 

80  O  7s.  C.  WESLEY. 

00  The  holy  child  Jesus. 

LOVING  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am : 
Make  me,  Saviour,  what  thou  art, 
Live  thyself  within  my  heart. 
3  I  shall  then  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days, 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

8,7.  JANE  TAYLOR, 

The  holy  child  Jesus. 

JESUS  CHRIST,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Once  became  a  child  like  me  : 
0  that  in  my  whole  behaviour    ■ 
He  my  pattern  still  may  be ! 

2  All  my  nature  is  unholy, 
Pride  and  passion  dwell  within  ; 

But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 

3  I  am  often  vainly  trying 
Some  new  pleasure  to  possess : 

He  was  always  self-denying, 
Patient  in  his  worst  distress. 

4  Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature : 
Guide  me  by  the  word  of  truth : 

Condescend  to  be  my  teacher, 

Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 


250  EARLY  PIETY. 

3QQ  6,6,6,4,8,8.       jake  taylor 

OO  Little  Samuel. 

WHEX  little  Samuel  woke, 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice: 

0  blessed,  happy  child  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind, 

2  If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  he  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  should  I  be, 

0  how  would  I  attend  ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  would  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3  And  does  he  never  speak? 
0  yes ;  for  in  his  word 

He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  that  Samuel  heard: 
In  almost  every  page  I  see 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4  And  I,  beneath  his  care, 
May  safely  rest  my  head  : 

1  know  that  God  is  there, 
To  guard  my  humble  bed ; 

And  every  sin  I  well  may  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

5  Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 

"  Speak,  Lord  :"  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  : 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 
"  Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear*1 


EARLY  piety.  251 

7s.  C.  "WESLEY, 

OU  Sappy  Samuel. 

HAPPY  Samuel !  to  God, 
In  bis  infancy  restored : 
In  his  Maker's  house  he  stood, 
Ministering  before  the  Lord  : 
Happy  child  :  who  gain'd  a  place 
To  his  heavenly  Lord  so  near : 
Happier  still,  who  found  the  grace 
God's  majestic  voice  to  hear! 

2  Lord  of  earth  and  skies,  again 
To  a  child  thyself  make  known : 

Chosen  from  the  sons  of  men, 

Am  not  I  thy  sacred  loan  ? 
Thine,  0  Lord,  I  surely  am : 

But  to  me  unknown  Thou  art : 
Come,  and  call  me  by  my  name, 

Whisper  to  my  listening  heart. 

3  Stir  me  up  to  seek  thy  face, 
Claim  me  in  my  tender  years, 

Manifest  the  word  of  grace  : 

Speak,  for  now  thy  servant  hears. 

Now  thy  gracious  self  reveal, 

Speak  in  power  and  peace  divine  ; 

Pardon  on  my  conscience  seal, 
Seal  thy  child  for  ever  thine. 

OU\J  Abijah. 

THOUGH  no  pious  parents'  care 
Young  Abijah  e'er  had  known, 
God  had  heard  his  early  prayer, 

And  had  mark'd  him  for  his  owa. 
2  Happy  child,  by  God  approved, 

Early  taken  to  his  rest : 
From  th'  abode  of  sin  removed 
To  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 


252  EARI-T  PIETY. 

3  Is  there  in  this  heart  of  mine 
One  such  hopeful  sign  of  grace  ? 

Does  my  soul  to  God  incline  ? 
Do  I  daily  seek  his  face  ? 


391 


7,7,7,7,7,7. 
Exemplary  Piety. 

DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show; 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal : 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal : 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know  : 
Samuel's  call,  0  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share  : 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire 

All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  heart, 
Abrah'm's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
That  example  Jesus  drew  : 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  lived  and  walk'd  below  : 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restored^ 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 


EARLY  PIETY.  253 

BQi,"!  10,6,12.  C.  WESLEY. 

U  u  Children's  Hosanna. 

THEE,  Jesus,  the  Son  Of  David,  I  own, 
By  all  heaven  adored, 
Thou  art  come  from  above  in  the  name  of  the 

Lord. 
To  the  house  I  repair  Of  thanksgiving  and 
prayer, 
With  the  children  draw  nigh, 
And  aloud  in  the  temple  Hosanna  I  cry. 

2  In  my  earliest  hour  I  acknowledge  thy  power, 

Thy  wisdom  approve, 
And  am  taught  by  thy  Spirit  to  pray  for  thy  love. 
Thee,  an  infant  of  days,  With  wonder  I  praise : 

Thee,  the  God  over  all, 

1  confess,  and  on  Thee  for  salvation  I  call. 

3  Let  mercy  attend,  My  soul  to  defend 

From  offences  and  sins, 
While  I  scarcely  can  tell  what  iniquity  means  : 
But  deliver  thine  own  From  the  evil  unknown ; 

And  assist  me  to  cry, 
"  Let  me  live  to  be  good,  or  in  innocence  die  \" 

8QQ  10,11.  C.  WESLEY. 

Vt)  Hosanna. 

HOSANNA  to  Him  Who  ruleth  on  high  ! 
A  world  to  redeem,  He  came  from  the  sky  •, 
Th'  Almighty  Creator  (0  how  could  it  be  ?) 
Appear'd  in  our  nature,  An  infant  like  me. 

2  Who  all  the  bright  train  Angelical  made, 
Subjected  to  man,  His  parents  obey'd : 

On  sinners  attended,  Their  minister  was, 
And  patiently  ended  His  life  on  a  cross. 

3  0  how  shall  I  praise  Thy  wonderful  love  ? 
Thy  Spirit  of  grace  Send  down  from  above, 
If  still  the  dear  lover  Of  children  Thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  discover  Thyself  to  my  heart. 


254  EARLY  PIETY. 

80  4  10,11. 

U  X  Hosanna. 

LET  children  proclaim  Their  Saviour  and 
King, 
To  Jesus's  name  Hosannas  we  sing  : 
Our  best  adoration  To  Jesus  we  give, 
Who  purchased  salvation  For  all  to  receive. 

2  The  meek  Lamb  of  God  From  Heaven  came 

down, 
And  ransom'd  with  blood,  And  made  us  his  own: 
He  suffer  d  to  save  us  From  sin  and  from  thrall; 
And  Jesus  shall  have  us,  Who  purchased  us  all! 

3  To  Him  will  we  give  Our  earliest  days, 
And  thankfully  live  To  publish  his  praise  : 
Our  lives  shall  confess  Him  Who  came  from 

above, 
Our  tongues  they  shall  bless  Him,  And  tell  of 
his  love. 

4  In  innocent  songs  His  coming  we  shout: 
Should  we  hold  our  tongues  The  stones  would 

cry  out; 
But  him,  without  ceasing,  We  all  will  proclaim, 
And  ever  be  blessing  Our  Jesus's  name. 

8Q£  10,11         VAN  HARLINGEX. 

vO  Hosanna. 

WE  gather,  we  gather,  0  Jesus,  to  bring 
The  breathings  of  love,  'mid  the  blos- 
soms of  spring : 
Our  Maker,  Kedeemer,  we  gratefully  raise 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  hymning  thy 

praise. 
2  When  stooping  to  earth  from  the  brightness 

of  heaven, 
Thy  blood  for  our  ransom  so  freely  was  given  : 
Thou  deignedst  to  listen  while  children  adored, 
With  joyful  hosannas,  the  Bless'd  of  the  Lord ! 


EARLY    PIETY.  255 

3  Those  arms  which  embraced  little  children 

of  old, 
Still  love  to  encircle  the  lambs  of  the  fold  : 
That  grace  which  inviteth  the  wandering  homo, 
Hath  never  forbidden  the  youngest  to  come. 

4  Hosanna !    hosanna  !    Great   Teacher  !    we 

raise 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  hymning    thy 

praise, 
For  precept  and  promise  so  graciously  given, 
The  blessings  of  earth  and  the  glories  of  heaven. 

3QO  10s.  MONTGOMERY. 

t/U  Hosanna. 

OCOME  let  us  raise  Our»tribute  of  song  : 
Thanksgiving  and  praise  To  Jesus  belong : 
He  came  from  above  Our  bliss  to  begin, 
Make  perfect  in  love,  And  free  us  from  sin. 

2  The  old  and  the  young,  His  people  by  choice, 
With  heart,  soul,  and  tongue,  In  him  may  re- 
joice : — 

We  meet  him  to-day  Triumphantly  crown'd, 
And  welcome  His  way,  In  chorus  around. 

3  Hosanna — That  word  To  children  is  dear  ; 
To  Jesus  our  Lord,  We'll  echo  it  here  : — 
Let  worldlings  despise,  And  enemies  rail, 
Hosannas  shall  rise,  Hosannas  prevail. 

4  God's  temple  shall  ring,  While  under  his 

eye, 
Hosanna  we  sing,  For  Jesus  draws  nigh  : 
Hosanna  !  our  breath  Through  life  shall  pro- 
claim— 
Hosanna  in  death, — In  glory,  the  same  ! 

OQ'Y  C.  M.  MONTGOMERY, 

t)u  I  Hosanna. 

WHEN  Jesus  into  Salem  rode, 
The  children  sang  around: 


256  EARLY  PIETY. 

For  joy  they  pluck'd  the  palms,  and  strow*d 

Their  garments  on  the  ground. 
2  Hosanna,  our  glad  voices  raise 

Hosanna  to  our  King: 
Should  we  forget  our  Saviour's  praise, 

The  stones  themselves  would  sing. 

8QQ  L.  M.  WA.T1& 

vO  Hosanna. 

HOSANNA  to  King  David's  Son, 
Who  reigns  on  a  superior  throne : 
We  bless  the  Prince  of  heavenly  birth, 
Who  brings  salvation  down  to  earth. 
2  Let  every  nation,  every  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  : 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  sing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 
OQQ  CM.  watts* 

&UU  Hosanna. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  grace: 
Sion,  behold  thy  King! 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 

And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 
2  Hosanna  to  the  eternal  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came: 

Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 

With  blessings  on  his  name. 

400  J- M-  WATTa 

xvO  Hosanna. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Son 
Of  David,  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 

And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
2  To  Christ,  the  anointed  King, 

Be  endless  blessings  given: 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glories  sing, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heaven. 


401 


EARLY   PIETY.  25T 

7,6. 
Hosanna. 

TT7FIEX.  his  salvation  bringing, 
W     To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  his  name. 
Njr  did  their  zeal  offend  him; 

But.  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

2  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 
His  love  for  children  still, 

Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill, 
We'll  Hock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne; 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son." 

3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 
Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 

The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosanna  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No!  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

A  AO  7s.  BISHOP  CAPEE& 

T.U/0  Hosanna. 

CHILDREN,  join  with  one  accord, 
Join  in  praises  to  the  Lord: 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  name, 
Sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb. 
2  Hail  him  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
Louder,  sweeter,  children,  sing: 
Hail  him  by  his  favourite  name, 
Sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb. 
17 


258  EARLY   PIETY. 

3  Men  and  women,  join  to  raise 
Loud  hosannas  to  his  praise : 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name, 
Sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  for  his  lov«J 
Glory  give  to  Jesus'  name, 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb! 

4AO  7,r,r,r,r,r. 

±\Jt)  Hosanna. 

pHILDREX  of  Jerusalem, 
VJ  Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  names 
Children,  too,  of  later  days, 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 

2  We  have  often  heard  and  read 
What  the  royal  psalmist  said: 
Babes  and  sucklings'  artless  lays 
Shall  proclaim  the  Saviour's  praise* 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 

3  We  are  taught  to  love  the  Lord, 
We  are  taught  to  read  his  word, 
We  are  taught  the  way  to  heaven, 
Praise  to  God  for  all  be  given. 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 

4  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  young- 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song: 
Higher  and  yet  higher  rise, 

Till  hosannas  reach  the  skies. 
Hark  !  we  all  unite  to  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 


EARLY   PIETY.  259 

XUi  Hoaanna. 

ONCE  was  heard  the  song  of  children 
By  the  Saviour  when  on  earth : 
Joyful  in  the  sacred  temple 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth ; 

And  hosannas 
Loud  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 

2  Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  him, 
Garments  spread  beneath  his  feet, 

Prophet  of  the  Lord  they  crown'd  him, 
In  fair  Salem's  crowded  street, 

"While  hosannas 
Prom  the  lips  of  children  greet. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  now  triumphant, 
Glorified  and  throned  on  high, 

Mortal  lays  from  man  or  infant, 
Vain  to  tell  thy  praise  essay; 

But  hosannas 
Swell  the  chorus  of  the  sky. 

4  God  o'er  all,  in  heaven  reigning, 
We  this  day  thy  glory  sing — 

Not  with  palms  thy  pathway  strewing, 
We  would  loftier  tribute  bring — 

Glad  hosannas 
To  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  0,  though  humble  is  our  offering, 
Deign  accept  our  grateful  lays — 

These  from  children  once  proceeding, 
Thou  didst  deem  "perfected  praise." 

Now  hosannas, 
Saviour,  Lord,  to  thee  we  raise. 


260  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 


405 


SECT.  X -SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

L.  M.  WATT8. 

Missionary.      Psalm  lxxii. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  : 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head : 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King: 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen  ! 

A  (\Q  L-  M.  WATTS. 

\tUO  Psalm  cxvii. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise — 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  261 

,\(\ri  C.  M.  NEVILLE. 

1Ul  For  the  Jews. 

JERUSALEM,  Jerusalem, 
My  heart  is  pain'd  for  thee : 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

1  long  to  see  tbee  free. 

2  Thy  halcyon  days  of  wealth  and  praise 
Have  faded  from  our  view ; 

And  thou  art  left,  of  all  bereft, 
To  show  what  God  can  do. 

3  Bright  scenes  await  thy  future  state; 
For  Israel's  land  shall  bless 

Earth's  ruin'd  race  with  truths  of  grace, 
And  Jesus  Christ  confess. 

4  Descend  again,  on  earth  to  reign, 
Almighty  Prince  of  peace  : 

Thy  promised  seed  for  mercy  plead, 
And  look  for  their  release! 
JAQ  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

TlUO  Let  there  be  Light. 

THOU,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
"  Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  brings 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight — 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind — 
0  now  to  all  mankind 

"  Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  Holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight : 


262  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 
"Let  there  be  light." 

/1AQ  8,8,6.  MONTGOJ1ERT. 

rt\JV  Light  for  the  World. 

WHAT  is  the  world  ?     A  wildering  maze, 
Where  sin  hath  track' d  ten  thousand  ways, 
Her  victims  to  ensnare  : 
All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope, 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope, 
All  ending  in  despair. 

2  Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  those  roads, 
Bearing  their  baubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night: 
One  only  path  that  never  bends, 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep,  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 

3  Is  there  a  guide  to  show  that  path  ? 
The  Bible  ! — He  alone  who  hath 

The  Bible  need  not  stray; 
Yet  he  who  hath,  and  will  not  give 
That  heavenly  guide  to  all  that  live, 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 

no         lm- 

X  i  \J  "  Thy  kingdom  come." 

THY  kingdom  come  !  0  day  of  joy, 
When  praise  shall  every  tongue  employ, 
When  hatred,  strife,  and  battles  cease, 
And  man  with  man  shall  be  at  peace- 

2  Then  all  shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord, 
And  walk  according  to  his  word : 
His  glory  spread  around  shall  be, 
Li  waters  cover  o'er  the  sea. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  263 

3  God's  holy  will  shall  then  be  done 
By  all  who  live  beneath  the  sun; 
And  every  evil  shall  remove, 
For  God  will  reign,  and  "  God  is  love." 

41 1  7s 

Jtl  1    For  the  Spread  of  the  Gosi^el. 

HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  : 

Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  war  and  tumults  cease, 
Then  be  banish'd  grief  and  gain  : 

Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturb'd  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  name  : 

All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

Ay  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

T 1  U      The  Bible  for  the  Heathen. 

SEE  that  heathen  mother  stand 
Where  the  sacred  currents  flow : 
With  her  own  maternal  hand, 
Mid  the  waves  her  infant  throw  ! 

2  Hark  !  I  hear  the  piteous  scream  : 
Frightful  monsters  seize  their  prey; 

Or  the  dark  and  bloody  stream 
Bears  the  struggling  child  away. 

3  Fainter  now,  and  fainter  still, 
Breaks  the  cry  upon  the  ear; 

But  the  mother's  heart  is  steel — 
She,  unmoved,  that  cry  can  hear. 


264  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

4  Send,  0  send  the  Bible  there: 
Let  its  precept?  reach  the  heart: 

She  may  then  her  children  spare, 
She  may  act  the  mother's  part. 

A   1   O  C.    M.  MONTGOMERY. 

l-l  U    Circulation  of  religious  Tracts, 

TRACTS  have  the  gift  of  tongues :  they  preach 
Through  every  peopled  land, 
In  all  the  forms  of  human  speech, 
What  all  may  understand. 

2  Tracts  have  the  wings  of  angels,  spread 
To  waft  the  joyful  sound 

Of  resurrection  from  the  dead, 
"Where'er  the  curse  is  found. 

3  What  scale  of  numbers,  grasp  of  thought, 
What  power  of  words,  could  speak 

The  miracles  of  mercy  wrought 
By  instruments  so  weak  ! 

4  0  ye,  who  send  these  heralds  forth, 
By  millions  bid  them  fly, 

From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 
As  sunbeams  fill  the  sky. 

414.  LM- 

111  A  Missionary  Prayer. 

"ft/FILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground 
JjJL  Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound: 
Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell    . 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell: 

To  those  who  give  do  thou  impart 
A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share; 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  265 

.]  "J   pT  L.   M.  MONTGOMERY. 

±  J  0  The  Heathen  perish. 

THE  heathen  perish — day  by  day, 
Thousands  on  thousands  pass  away: 
0  Christians,  to  their  rescue  fly — 
Preach  Jesus  to  thein  ere  they  die. 
2  Wealth,  labour,  talents,  freely  give, 
Yea,  life  itself,  that  they  may  live : 
What  bath  your  Saviour  done  for  you? 
And  what  for  him  will  ye  not  do  ? 

/|1    O  7,6.  HEBER. 

XI  U       "Come  over,  and  help  us!" 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand — 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile, — 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  : 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 


266  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole — 
Till  o'er  our  ransom' d  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Eedeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

A  1  fi  S.  M.  T.  O.  SUMilERa 

ill  The  Call  to  China. 

THE  call  to  China !     Hear, 
Hear,  and  obey  the  call : 
To  arms  !     To  arms  !     Prepare,  prepare  ! 
Go  scale  that  mighty  wall. 

2  Go  scale  that  mighty  wall- 
Yea,  shout  its  ramparts  down  : 

Down  they,  like  Jericho's,  shall  fall — 
Success  your  arms  shall  crown. 

3  Success  your  arms  shall  crown, 
Error  and  sin  shall  yield, 

China  the  Lord  of  heaven  shall  own — 
The  cross  shall  win  the  field. 

4  The  cross  shall  win  the  field — • 
Sage,  sophist,  Buddhist,  bow 

Before  the  heavenly  arms  you  wield 
Conquering,  to  conquer  go. 

5  Conquering,  to  conquer  go  ! — 
Who'll  sound  the  war-cry,  who  ? — 

Conquering,  to  conquer  !  who  the*  foe 
Will  seek,  survey,  subdue  ? 

^IIO  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

TrlO  The  Missionary  Penny, 

A  PENNY  is  a  little  thing, 
Which  e'en  the  poor  man's  child  may  fling 
Into  the  treasury  of  heaven, 
And  make  it  worth  as  much  as  seven. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  26* 

2  As  seven  !  nay,  worth  its  weight  in  gold, 
And  that  increased  a  million  fold; 

For,  lo  !  a  penny  tract,  if  well 
Applied,  may  save  a  soul  from  hell. 

3  That  soul  can  scarce  be  saved  alone, — 
It  must,  it  will,  its  bliss  make  known  : 

"  Come, "  it  will  cry,  "  and  you  shall  see 
What  great  things  God  hath  done  for  me." 

4  Hundreds  that  joyful  sound  may  hoar- 
Hear  with  the  heart  as  well  as  ear; 

And  these  to  thousands  more  proclaim 
Salvation  in  the  only  Name. 

5  That  only  Name,  above,  below, 

Let  Jews,  and  Turks,  and  Pagans  know, 
Till  every  tongue  and  tribe  shall  call 
On  Jesus  Christ  as  Lord  of  all ! 


419 


6,6,6,6,8,8. 
Missionary  Mites. 

CAN  I,  a  little  child, 
Do  any  thing  for  those 
Who  are  by  sin  defiled, 
To  lighten  their  sad  woes  ? 
I  cannot  see  a  reason  why 
I  should  not,  if  I  really  try. 

2  First,  then,  I  would  implore 
The  Lord  to  change  their  heart : 

Then  from  my  little  store 
I  freely  will  impart, 
That  some  kind  teacher  may  be  given 
To  point  out  Christ,  the  way  to  heaven. 

3  How  would  such  joyful  news 
Their  inmost  souls  delight ! 

And  who  would  then  refuse 
To  give  their  feeble  mite, 
That  every  heathen  child  may  know 
What  blessings  Jesus  can  bestow  ? 


268  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

JOA  7s.  MRS.  SIGOURNET, 

±/0\J  Missionary  3 fifes. 

LITTLE  rain-drops  feed  the  rill, 
Rills  to  meet  the  brooklet  glide, 
Brooks  the  broader  rivers  fill, 

Rivers  swell  the  ocean's  tide- 
Ocean,  that  with  swelling  note 

Proudly  rears  a  foaming  crest, 
While  the  mightiest  navies  float 

Lightly  o'er  its  billowy  breast. 
2  Thus  the  dew-drops  gather'd  here, 

Mites  from  willing  childhood's  hand, 
Shall  those  streams  of  bounty  cheer 

That  refresh  a  pagan  land — 
With  the  sea  of  love  shall  blend, 

Which  the  gospel's  grace  doth  pour; 
And  the  name  of  Jesus  send 

E'en  to  earth's  remotest  shore. 

A  k)  1  8,7,4.  T.  O.  SUMMERS. 

*±>0  1  Children's  Tribute. 

PRAISE  the  Saviour !  Give  him  glory ! 
Eighteen  hundred  years  ago, 
As  we  read  in  sacred  story, 

From  his  throne  to  earth  below 

He  descended, 
Us  to  save  from  sin  and  wo. 

2  Loud  resound  the  happy  chorus, 
Let  no  tongue  the  notes  refuse : 

Christ  was  born  to  suffer  for  us — 
Tell  the  world  the  joyful  news : 

Tell  it,  Christians- 
Hear  it,  Pagans,  Turks,  and  Jews. 

3  Soon  may  He  who  reigneth  o'er  us, 
Reign  the  universal  King; 

And  to  haste  his  advent  glorious, 
Let  us  our  best  offerings  bring, 

And  hosannas 
Loudly  in  his  temple  sing. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  269 

AC)i)  10,11.  T.  O.  SUMMERS. 

^L/UU  Sunday-school  Wiwrionary  Collection. 

TO  Jesus  our  King,  Who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Our  tribute  we  bring — His  sovereignty  own: 
His  kingdom,  so  glorious,  We  long  to  behold 
O'er  all  men  victorious,  As  promised  of  old. 

2  Each    Sunday-school   child    Contributes  to 

cheer 
The  wilderness  wild — The  solitude  drear: 
The  desert  so  fearful,  With  wants  and  with 

woes, 
We  help  to  make  cheerful,  And  bloom  as  the 

rose. 

3  The  Father,  the  Son,  The  Spirit  of  grace— 
The  great   Three  in   One — All  nations  shall 

bless : 
The  poor  Pagan  swell  forth  His  praise  with 

the  Jew, 
The  Mussulman  tell  forth  His  glad  homage 

too. 

Ai)0  7a.  BOWRING. 

X/CO   Watchman,  what  of  the  Night? 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Traveller,  yes:  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 
2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night: 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 


27U  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Traveller,  ages  are  its  own, 

See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchmen,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease  : 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

AG)  A  C.  If.  MONTGOMERY. 

X.U  i     Heathen  Nations  converted. 

AEISE  and  shine,  your  light  is  come, 
Fair  islands  of  the  West ! 
Awake  and  sing,  once  deaf  and  dumb, 
Now  islands  of  the  blest. 

2  Shine,  for  the  glory  of  the  Lord 
Your  coral-reefs  surrounds : 

Sing,  for  the  trumpet  of  his  word 
O'er  all  your  ocean  sounds. 

3  Poor  Africa  !  through  thy  waste  s.tnds, 
Where  Calvary's  fountain  flows, 

Deserts  become  Immanuel's  lands, 
And  blossom  like  the  rose. 

4  India,  beneath  the  chariot  wheels 
Of  Juggernaut  o'erthrown, 

Thy  heart  a  quickening  Spirit  feels, 
A  pulse  beats  through  the  stone. 

5  China!  behold  thy  quaking  wall: 
Foredoom'd  by  heaven's  decree, 

A  hand  is  writing  on  it — "Fall!" 
A  voice  goes  forth — "  Be  free!" 

6  Ye  Pagan  tribes  !  of  every  race, 
Clime,  country,  language,  hue, 

Believe,  obey,  be  saved  by  grace, 
The  gospel  speaks  to  you. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  271 

J.9  K  c  M- 

JL/Utf         The  World  evangelized. 

STRETCH,  0  my  soul,  thine  ardent  wing, 
And  hail  the  dawning  light : 
Behold,  what  scenes,  what  visions  spring 
Of  infinite  delight. 

2  Soon  shall  the  glorious  eastern  star 
Above  the  mountains  rise ; 

And  rays  celestial,  beaming  far, 
Illume  e'en  polar  skies. 

3  If  angels  in  their  sphere  rejoice 
One  rescued  soul  to  greet, 

How  will  they  raise  th'  enraptured  voice 
Whole  continents  to  meet ! 

4  Siberia  spreads  her  frozen  arms, 
Released  from  sin  and  chains  ; 

And  Sharon's  rose  displays  its  charms 
On  Afric's  sultry  plains. 

5  From  Java  to  the  farthest  West 
The  heavenly  light  shall  reach  ; 

And  truth  divine  its  power  attest, 
In  every  cliino  and  speech. 

6  Shed,  Sun  of  righteousness,  thy  rays 
On  every  land  of  night, 

■     Till  all  the  heathen  sing  thy  praise, 
And  hail  the  cheerful  light. 


426 


7,6. 

The  Gospel  Banner. 

NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  every  land  unfurl'd ; 
And  be  the  shout,  Hosanna  ! 

Re-echo'd  through  the  world : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 


272  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

2  What,  though  th'  embattled  legions 
Of  earth  and  hell  combine, 

His  arm,  throughout  their  regions, 
Shall  soon  resplendent  shine: 

Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious  ! 
Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious — 
Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 
0  Jesus,  King  of  kings  : 

Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favour, 
Each  ransom'd  captive  sings. 

The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise: 

The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

4.97  7'6- 

Jl£J  I  Universal  Hallelujah. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then,  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  273 


428 


Universal  Chorus. 

ZION  !  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon 

earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo 

round — 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crown'd. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise : 

Ye  angels !  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 
the  skies. 

/10Q  11,10,8.  SATJNDERSON. 

X.UU  The  glorious  Jubilee. 

~D  E  JOICE,    rejoice,    the   promised   time   ia 
Xv         coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom; 

And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing, 

The  deserts  are  all  blossoming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 

The  gospel  banner,  wide  unfurl'd, 

Shall  wave  in  triumph  ^'er  the  world; 

And  every  creature,  bond  or  free, 

Shall  hail  that  glorious  jubilee. 

4QA  7s.  MONTGOMERY. 

OU  The  Song  of  Jubilee. 

HARK  !   the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 


274  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shores 

Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  omnipotent  shall  reign  : 

Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound 
From  the  depth  unto  the  skies 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword  :  he  speaks  :  'tis  done! 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway : 

He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away! 

Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall: 

Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

6,6,6,6,8,8.  BrDDEN, 

Sunday-School  Celebration. 

CHILDREN. 

COME,  let  our  voices  join 
In  one  glad  song  of  praise : 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise : 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs : 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs. 

CHILDREN. 

2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 

The  book  of  life  divine, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love 

And  brightest  glories  shine: 


431 


SPECIAL.  OCCASIONS.  275 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

CHILDREN. 

3  Within  these  hallow'd  walls 
Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 

Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught: 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring: 
Here  in  his  church  his  praises  sing. 

CHILDREN. 

4  For  blessings  such  as  these 
Our  gratitude  receive  : 

Lord,  here  accept  our  hearts, 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give : 

CONGREGATION. 

Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs: 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 

BOTH. 

5  Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 
Be  crown'd  with  meet  success : 

May  thousands  yet  unborn 
This  institution  bless: 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee 
Now,  and  through  all  eternity. 


432 


Sunday-ScJiool  Celebration. 

WE  meet  again  in  gladness, 
And  thankful  voices  raise: 
To  God,  our  heavenly  Father, 

We'll  tune  our  grateful  praise: 
'Tis  his  kind  hand  that  kept  us 

Through  all  the  changing  year: 
His  love  it  is  that  brings  us 

Again  to  worship  here. 
2  We'll  thank  him  for  the  Sabbath, 

This  day  of  holy  rest; 


276  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

And  for  the  blessed  Bible, 
The  book  that  we  love  best — 

For  Sabbath-schools  and  teachers. 
To  us  so  kindly  given, 

To  guide  us  in  the  pathway 
That  leads  to  joys  in  heaven. 

3  "We'll  thank  him  for  our  country 
The  land  our  fathers  trod — 

For  liberty  of  conscience, 
And  right  to  worship  God. 

0  Lord,  our  heavenly  Father, 
Accept  the  praise  we  bring, 

And  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 
Thy  glorious  name  to  sing. 

4  Soon  may  thy  gracious  sceptre 
Extend  to  every  land, 

And  all  as  willing  subjects 
Submit  to  thy  command. 

Send  forth  the  gospel  tidings, 
And  hasten  on  the  day 

When  every  isle  and  nation 
Shall  own  Messiah's  sway. 

^iOO     Sunday-School  Celebration. 

COME  join  our  celebration 
With  hallow'd  songs  of  joy. 
And  on  this  bright  occasion 

Your  sweetest  notes  employ: 
Parents  and  friends  invited, 

And  teachers  now  are  here, 
In  purpose  all  united 

Our  youthful  hearts  to  cheer. 

2  Thanks  to  the  God  of  heaven, 
Kind  guardian  of  our  race, 

For  all  the  favours  given 
Beneath  his  smiling  face — 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  277 

For  health,  and  strength,  and  reason, 

And  friendship  unalloy'd, 
And  every  pleasant  season 

In  Sunday-school  enjoy'd. 
S  Thanks  for  the  kind  protection 

God's  arm  has  thrown  around, 
And  for  that  sweet  affection 

He  causes  to  abound 
In  those  who're  watching  o'er  us 

With  many  an  anxious  sigh, 
And  seeking  to  restore  us 

To  peace  and  heavenly  joy. 
4  May  God  with  many  a  blessing 

Reward  their  toil  and  care, 
And  hear  them  while  addressing 

His  throne  in  fervent  prayer; 
And  may  his  love  constraining, 

Our  youthful  spirits  bow; 
And  grace  for  ever  reigning, 

Our  inmost  souls  endow. 

q  A  C  M. 

t)x     Sunday -School  Celebration. 

LORD,  we  are  spared  again  to  meet 
On  this  rejoicing  day, 
To  bow  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
To  praise  thee,  and  to  pray. 

2  Many,  since  last  we  gather'd  here, 
Have  pass'd  away  like  flowers : 

Perhaps,  before  another  year, 
Their  dwelling  may  be  ours  ! 

3  To  Jesus  every  eye  we  raise, 
On  him  for  mercy  rest : 

Young  children,  in  his  mortal  days, 
He  folded  to  his  breast. 

4  Young  children,  at  his  Father's  side, 
He  still  with  pity  views; 


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278  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

And,  pleading  that  for  such  he  diec^ 

Their  sinful  hearts  renews. 
5  Lord,  to  thine  open  arms  we  fly, 

And  seek  our  safety  there  : 
Then  shall  we  have  no  fear  to  die, 

If  thou  our  hearts  prepare. 

40PC  5,7,8,6. 

jitJU     Sunday-School  Celebration. 
COME,  let  us  sing! 
Our  youthful  hearts  now  swellings 
To  God  above,  a  God  of  love — 

0  come,  let  us  sing! 
Our  joyful  spirits,  glad  and  free, 
With  high  emotions  rise  to  thee 
In  heavenly  melody — 
0  come,  let  us  sing  ! 

2  The  full  notes  prolong 
Our  festal  celebrating: 

We  hail  the  day  with  cheerful  lay, 

And  full  notes  prolong. 
Both  cheerful  youth  and  silvery  age, 
And  childhood  pure,  the  gay,  the  sage, 
These  thrilling  scenes  engage, 

Full  notes  to  prolong. 

3  0  swell,  swell  the  song, 
His  praises  oft  repeating: 

His  Son  he  gave  our  souls  to  save — 

0  swell,  swell  the  song. 
The  humble  heart's  devotion  bring, 
Whence  gushing  streams  of  love  do  spring 
And  make  the  welkin  ring 

With  sweet-swelling  song. 

4  We'll  chant,  chant  his  praise — 
Our  lofty  strains  now  blending: 

A  tribute  bring  to  Christ  our  King, 
And  chant,  chant  his  praise. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  279 

Our  Saviour,  Prince,  was  crucified  : 

"  'Tis  finish'd,"  then  he  meekly  cried,    , 

And  bow'd  his  head  and  died— 

Then  chant,  chant  his  praise  ! 

5  All  full  chorus  join, 
To  Jesus  condescending 
To  bless  our  race  with  heavenly  grace, 

All  full  chorus  join. 
To  God,  whose  mercy  on  us  smiled, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  reconciled 
By  Christ,  the  meek  and  mild, 

All  full  chorus  join  ! 

4£)fi  8s.  MRS.  GILBERT 

00      Sunday-School  Celebration. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  fragrance  of  flowers 
That  bloom  at  the  dawning  of  day! 
Refresh'd  with  heaven's  kindliest  showers, 

How  healthy  and  beautiful  they ! 
Thus  lovely  and  soothing  the  sight — 
More  lovely  than  nature  supplies — 
Are  those  who  at  earliest  light 

Expand  their  young  hearts  to  the  skies. 

2  A  tribute  acceptable,  paid 

Yet  green,  in  the  season  of  prime, 
Ere  noon  hath  its  ravages  made, 

And  verdure  is  sullied  by  time : 
Collect  for  thine  altars,  0  God, 

A  wreath  from  our  garden  below : 
Nay,  send  thy  refreshings  abroad, 

That  all  the  plantation  may  grow. 

3  0  suffer  not  one  to  remain 
Beside  living  waters  unfed, 

But  give  thou  the  plentiful  rain, 
The  sun  of  thine  influence  shed : 

So  comely  as  willows  that  bend 

Where  streamlets  and  fountains  abound, 

Be  these  the  young  plants  that  we  tend, 
With  blossoms  and  fruitfulness  crown'd. 


280  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

V  •      Sunday -School  Celebration. 

WHILE  the  heavenly  host  rejoices 
In  thy  glorious  presence,  Lord, 
Thou  wilt  hear  our  youthful  voices 
Praise  thee  for  thy  holy  word  : 

Glory — glory 
Through  the  earth  and  heavens  be  heard* 

2  Mercies  tasted  by  our  fathers 

On  the  children,  too,  have  come : 
When  around  their  spirit  gathers 
Darkness  from  the  opening  tomb, 

May  thy  presence ' 
Then  disperse  the  heavy  gloom. 

3  "We  know  not  the  lot  before  us — 
That  to  only  thee  is  known  : 

Let  thy  love  and  truth  reign  o'er  us, 
And  our  hearts  be  thine  alone : 

Life  eternal 
Thou  wilt  give  us  as  our  own. 

4  As  the  morning  sunlight  chases 
Night  and  all  its  gloom  away, 

May  thy  truth,  in  earth's  dark  places, 
Turn  the  midnight  into  day: 

Let  thy  kingdom 
Quickly  come,  0  Lord,  we  pray. 

A  90  C.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

tOO  Sunday-SchoolJubilee. 

HOSANNA  be  the  children's  song 
To  Christ,  the  children's  King : 
His  praise,  to  whom  their  souls  belong, 

Let  all  the  children  sing. 
2  Hosanna  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 
And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  281 

3  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light, 
O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 

Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 
And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 

4  Hosanna  then  our  song  shall  he, 
Hosanna  to  our  King : 

This  is  the  children's  jubilee, 
Let. all  the  children  sing. 

4QQ  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

OtJ         Sunday-School  Jubilee. 

THE  grace  of  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord, 
The  Father's  love  with  sweet  accord, 
The  Holy  Ghost's  communion,  be 
Our  bond  of  peace  and  amity. 

2  This  is  the  threefold  cord  that  binds 
The  sympathies  of  kindred  minds, 
And  draws  them  to  that  glorious  Three, 
The  one  eternal  Deity. 

3  Thus  God  to  man  himself  reveals, 
His  people  calls,  redeems,  and  seals, 
Who  one  with  him  in  spirit  are 

In  answer  to  Christ's  farewell  prayer. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  place,  nor  life,  nor  death, 
Decaying  strength,  departing  breath, 
Can  loose  or  break  that  holy  cord 

Laid  on  them  by  their  loving  Lord. 

5  This  was  the  very  cord  of  love 
Which  drew  him  from  his  throne  above  : 
With  it  he  makes  sin's  prisoners  free, 
And  captive  leads  captivity. 

6  Bound  with  this  covenant  to-day, 
We  rest  as  pilgrims  on  our  way, 
Past  trials  thankfully  review, 

And  cheerfully  prepare  for  new. 


282  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

A  AC\  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

XJlVJ  Sunday-School  Jubilee. 

OUR  schools  are  nurseries  below, 
For  trees  of  paradise  to  grow, 
Till,  by  their  Saviour's  training  hand, 
Transplanted  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Myriads  already,  from  our  care, 
Once  our  companions,  flourish  there  : 
Yet  still  in  fellowship  all  meet, 
They  see  his  face,  we  kiss  his  feet 

3  There's  joy  in  heaven  among  the  saint^ 
O'er  every  sinner  that  repents  : 

The  children's  angels  swell  that  strain 
When  little  ones  are  born  again. 

4  Then  be  this  day  of  sacred  mirth 
A  jubilee  in  heaven  and  earth  : 
Hence,  while  our  glad  hosannas  rue, 
High  hallelujahs  fill  the  skies. 

411  6'4 

111  Spring  Celebration. 

COME,  join  the  festive  song, 
Wake,  voices  all : 
Chime  with  the  vernal'  throng, 

List  to  the  call : 
Hear  we  in  every  breeze, 
From  vale  and  mountain  trees, 
Glad  notes  of  nature  say — 

Join  ye  my  lay. 
2  Lord  of  the  rolling  year, 

'Round  and  above, 
Boundless  thy  works  appear-^- 

Boundless  thy  love  : 
All,  all  in  earth  and  sky, 
As  glide  the  seasons  by, 
New  glories  of  thy  name 

Ever  proclaim. 


SPECIAL  .OCCASIONS.  283 

3  Joyous  we  swell  the  strain, 
Thankful  to  thee— 

Watched  by  thy  care,  again 

Spring-tide  to  see : 
Still  in  this  gospel  land 
Throngs  forth  the  Sabbath  band, 
Under  truth's  canopy, 

Happy  and  free. 

4  Onward  forever  flow 
Truth's  mighty  wave: 

Soon  every  clime  below 

Conquer  and  save. 
Sweet  as  the  voice  of  spring, 
Then  every  tongue  shall  sing — 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Glory  for  aye. 

8,7. 
Spring  Celebration. 

WE  have  met  in  peace  together, 
In  this  house  of  God  again : 
Constant  friends  have  led  us  hitL*?, 

Here  to  chant  the  solemn  strain  . 
Here  to  breathe  our  adoration, 

While  the  balmy  breeze  of  spring, 
Like  the  Spirit  of  salvation, 

Comes  with  gladness  on  its  wing 

2  And,  while  nature  glows  with  beauty. 
While  the  fields  are  rich  in  flowers, 

Shall  our  hearts  neglect  their  duty, 
Shall  our  souls  abuse  their  powers? 

Shall  not  all  our  hopes,  ascending, 
Point  us  to  a  home  above, 

Where,  in  glory  never  ending, 
He  who  made  us  smiles  in  love? 

3  There  no  autumn-tempests  gather: 
There  no  friends  lament  the  dead  j 


442 


284  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

And  on  fields  that  never  wither, 

Fadeless  rays  of  light  are  shed : 
There  with  bright  immortal  roses 

Angels  wreath  their  harps  of  gold, 
And  each  ransom'd  soul  reposes 

Midst  a  scene  of  bliss  untold. 
4  We  have  met,  and  time  is  flying — 

We  shall  part — and  still  his  wing> 
Sweeping  o'er  the  dead  and  dying, 

Will  the  changeful  seasons  bring: 
Let  us,  while  our  hearts  are  lightest, 

In  our  fresh  and  early  years, 
Turn  to  Him,  whose  smile  is  brightest, 

And  whose  grace  will  calm  our  fears. 

A  A  O  C.  M 

^L±t)  Mural  Celebration. 

WE  seem  to  hear  a  voice  of  praise, 
Here,  mid  the  leafy  bowers, 
From  murmuring  streams  whose  crystal  raaza 
Doth  cheer  the  thirsty  flowers. 

2  But  louder  where  yon  lofty  trees 
By  summer's,  hand  are  drest, 

It  swells  on  every  gentle  breeze, 
From  bough,  and  spray,  and  nest. 

3  But  if  the  things  by  nature  taught 
Pour  music  o'er  the  sod, 

How  high  should  rise  our  raptured  thought, 
Who  learn  the  word  of  God ! 

4  To  us  he  speaks,  from  morning's  cell — 
From  evening's  dewy  sphere, 

And  when  the  holy  Sabbath  bell 
Salutes  the  Christian's  ear. 

5  To  us  he  speaks,  he  guides  our  choice 
By  heaven's  own  book  divrine; 

And  aids  our  teachers'  much-loved  voice 
To  fix  each  treasured  line. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  285 

6  To  us  he  speaks,  and  we  in  praise 
"Would  still  our  offering  bring  : 

Here,  where  creation  joins  our  lays, 
And  there,  where  angels  sing. 

AAA  S.  M. 

T!lT  Rural  Celebration. 

THE  freshly  blooming  flowers 
To  Thee  sweet  offerings  bear; 
And  cheerful  birds  in  shady  bowers 
Sing  forth  thy  tender  care. 

2  The  fields  on  every  side, 
The  trees  on  every  hill, 

The  glorious  sun,  the  rolling  tide, 
Proclaim  thy  wonders  still. 

3  But  trees,  and  fields,  and  skies, 
Still  praise  a  God  unknown ; 

For  gratitude  and  love  can  rise 
From  living  hearts  alone. 

4  These  living  hearts  of  ours 
Thy  holy  name  would  bless  : 

The  blossoms  of  all  nature's  flowers 
Would  please  our  Father  less. 

AAK  CM. 

jlxV  Rural  Celebration. 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  I 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise : 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scene?, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 
Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 

And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
"With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

3  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  vale, 
With  countless  beauties  shine  : 

The  silent  grove,  the  vocal  shore, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 


286  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

4  Great  nature's  God  !  still  may  these  scene* 
Our  serious  thoughts  engage: 

Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page. 

5  And  while,  in  all  above,  around, 
Thy  varied  love  we  see, 

0  may  our  hearts,  great  God,  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee  ! 

44-fi  7'6:  ten  lines- 

•t  xU  Rural  Celebration. 

WITH  joy  once  more  we  hail  thee, 
0 'lovely  rural  scene  ! 
Thy  groves,  and  fields,  and  woodlands, 

Thy  garb  of  cheerful  green  ! 
How  pure  the  crystal  fountain  ! 

How  clear  the  purling  rills  ! 
How  sweet  the  tufted  flowerets 

That  blossom  on  the  hills  ! 
Such  rich  and  varied  beauty 

Our  hearts  with  rapture  fills. 

2  Here,  at  the  morn's  awaking, 
The  tuneful,  gladsome  lay, 

By  nature's  chorus  chanted, 

Salutes  the  welcome  day  j 
And  mid  the  sun's  bright  glowing? 

Till  evening's  dewy  fall, 
In  tones  of  mellow  sweetness, 

These  feather'd  warblers  call 
On  human  hearts  to  worship 

The  common  Lord  of  all. 

3  We  love  in  blest  communion 
To  seek  this  rural  shade 

Where  nature's  true  devotion 

To  nature's  God  is  paid. 
And  here,  as  we  are  musing, 

We  think  of  scenes  above, 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  287 

Where  smiles,  like  those  of  summer, 

No  change  can  e'er  remove  : 
Where  music  yet  more  heavenly 

Shall  chant  its  notes  of  love. 

J.47  c- M- 

A  JL  J  Rural  Feast. 

HERE,  like  the  birds  that  wander  free, 
Warbling  their  woodland  lays, 
We,  heavenly  Father,  sing  to  thee 
Our  grateful  song  of  praise. 

2  The  happy  minstrels  of  the  air, 
That  on  thy  bounty  live, 

With  songs  repay  thy  constant  care, — 
'Tis  all  that  they  can  give. 

3  But  we  can  give  the  loving  heart, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  above — 

Can  learn  that  thou  our  Father  art, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  love. 

4  A  table  in  the  wilderness 
Of  old  thy  bounty  spread, 

When  manna  dropp'd,  the  tribes  to  bless 
That  cried  to  thee  for  bread. 

5  For  us  kind  friends  a  feast'  prepare, 
Beneath  this  wild-wood  shade  : 

Scarce  better  could  thy  children  fare 
Whose  food  the  manna  made. 

6  Never,  like  them,  may  we  be  heard  , 
To  murmur  or  repine  : 

Still  may  we  heed  thy  holy  word, 
And  form  our  wills  to  thine. 

'x40  The  Bible  and  the  Sunday -School.     . 

THE  Sunday-school !  the  Sunday-school  1 
Blest  be  the  wondrous  plan  ! 
So  strong  its  power,  so  fraught  with  love, 
Descending  down  to  man  ! 


288  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 

Our  bulwark  firm  shall  be, 
To  guard  our  rights,  maintain  our  Jaws, 

Preserve  our  liberty. 

2  "We  hold  the  blessed  Bible  as 
Our  charter  and  our  shield — 

Its  precepts  and  its  promises 

A  powerful  sword  to  wield  : 
With  freeborn  minds,  and  bounding  heart* 

We  prize  its  sacred  truth, 
For  comfort  in  declining  years — 

Our  guide  in  early  youth. 

3  0  holy  book  !  0  happy  day  ! 
May  unborn  millions  stan%d, 

Surrounded  by  these  bulwarks  strong, 

Throughout  this  happy  land  : 
Nor  tyrant's  rod,  nor  despot's  power, 

Deprive  us  of  our  right 
To  serve  our  country  and  our  God 

In  freedom'.,  blessed  light. 

4  And  when  we  stand  on  Zion's  heignts, 
In  the  bright  world  above, 

Where  golden  harps  are  sounding  forth 

The  Saviour's  dying  love — 
The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 

Our  anthems  still  shall  be, 
For  they  have  led  our  wandering  feet, 

0  Lord,  to  heaven  and  thee ! 

T.  ±V  Bible  Banners. 

THE  Bible,  the  Bible !  .more  precious  thac 
gold 
The  hopes  and  the  glories  its  pages  unfold : 
It  speaks  of  salvation,  wide  opens  the  door, 
Its  offers  are  free,  to  the  rich  and  the  poor. 
2  The  Bible,  the  Bible  !  blest  volume  of  truth. 
How  sweetly  it  smiles  on  the  season  of  youth; 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  281) 

1.  bids  us  seek  early  the  poarl  of  great  price, 
Ere  the  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of  vice. 

3  The  Bible,  the  Bible  !  the  valleys  shall  ring., 
And  hill-tops  re-echo  the  notes  that  we  sing; 
Our  banners,  inscribed  with  its  precepts  and 

rules, 
Shall  long  wave  in  triumph,  the  joy  of  oar 

schools. 

AKf)  7,6,3. 

TtfJU      We  icoii't  give  up  ilie  Bible. 

WE  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  book  of  truth, 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth  : 
The  lamp  that  sheds  a  glorious  light 

On,  else,  a  dreary  road ! 
The  voice  that  speaks  the  Saviour's  love, 
And  leads  us  home  to  God. 

2  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible ; 
*  But  could  you  force  away 
What  is  as  our  own  life-blood  dear, 

We  still  with  joy  could  say  : 
"The  words  which  we  have  learn'd  while 
young 

We'll  follow  all  our  days ; 
For  they're  engraven  on  our  hearts, 

And  ye  can  not  erase." 

3  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible : 
We'll  shout  it  far  and  wide, 

Until  the  echo  shall  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide  ! 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we,  though  young, 

Withstand  each  treacherous  art; 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 

We'll  never,  never  part ! 

19 


290  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

A  £  1  L.  M.  MA.V7. 

±01  College  Commencement.  Ps. lxxviii.  1-7. 

HEAR  ye  my  law,  my  people,  hear : 
Lend  to  my  words  the  listening  ear : 
My  mouth  shall  lofty  lore  unfold — 
My  lips  dark  sentences  of  old. 

2  Such  truths  to  us  our  sires  hare  shown, 
Our  ears  have  heard,  our  hearts  have  known; 
Nor  shall  our  lips  forbear  to  trace 

The  image  for  our  future  race. 

3  But  times  remote — the  latter  days — 
The  story  of  Jehovah's  praise 

Shall  hear,  and  ponder  with  delight 
His  wondrous  deeds,  his  arm  of  might. 
4-  His  law  to  Jacob  he  reveal'd, 
His  covenant  with  Israel  seal'd, 
And  gave  our  sires  the  charge  divine 
In  trust  for  their  succeeding  line — 
5  That,  year  to  year,  and  age  to  age, 
Might  safe  convey  the  sacred  page ; 
And  still  his  truth  perpetual  run, 
Transmitted  down  from  sire  to  son : 
fi  That  on  the  arm  of  power  divine 
Sons  yet  unborn  might  still  recline ; 
Nor  e'er  forget  the  works  of  God, 
Nor  e'er  forsake  his  guiding  rod. 

J  £Q  I*-  M.  MRS.  THELP8 

xfj 4/  For  a  Commencement. 

GOD  of  the  young !  Creator,  Friend  ! 
To  thee  in  lowliness  we  bend : 
0  hear  us  in  this  parting  hour, — 
Support  us  by  thy  mighty  power. 
2  God  of  the  young!    While  young  we  are,. 
0  let  us  own  thy  guardian  care ! 
Our  trust  in  thee  securely  place, 
And  rest  devoutly  on  thy  grace. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  291 

3  God  of  the  young !    Our  footsteps  guide 
When  flowery  paths  are  open  wide  : 
Keep  us,  0  Father,  free  from  guile, 
Teach  us  to  fear  each  tempting  wile. 

4  God  of  the  young !    To  thee  alone 
Our  course  iu  life  is  fully  known — 
Dark  waters  rise  upon  the  sight, 
Thy  presence,  only,  giveth  light. 

5  God  of  the  young  J    Who  once  on  earth, 
A  feeble  child  of  feeble  birth, 

Didst  feel  the  ills  of  mortal  life, 
And  meet  temptation's  awful  strife — 

6  God  of  the  young !  who  for  us  died, 
0  keep  us  ever  near  thy  side : 

In  sorrow's  hour  be  thou  our  stay, 
And  bring  us  to  thy  perfect  day. 

A  £Q  CM.  MRS.  GILBEH?, 

"lUO  For  a  Commencement. 

WHILE  we  with  fear  and  hope  survey 
This  youthful,  blooming  throng, 
And  little  know  the  eventful  way 
Their  steps  may  pass  along — 

2  One  day  is  as  a  thousand  years, 
Eternal  God,  to  thee, 

And  present  to  thine  eye  appears 
Their  whole  futurity. 

3  Thou  seest  temptation's  subtle  thread, 
Or  torture's  fiery  test : 

Mid  scenes  of  pleasure  or  of  dread 
Screen  thou  the  unguarded  breast. 

4  Saviour!  through  each  portentous  change, 
And  dangers  yet  untrod, 

Where'er  they  rest,  where'er  they  range, 
Be  thou  their  present,  God ! 


292  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

4?\A  L.  M.  COLLYEf  . 

lu  I  Young  men.  exhort  to  be  sober-minded. 

YOUNG  men  exhort,  the  apostle  said, 
To  cherish  soberness  of  mind; 
So  when  the  bloom  of  life  is  fled, 
Substantial  fruit  shall  stay  behind. 

2  If  God's  eternal  word  of  truth 

Affect  your  hearts,  your  thoughts  engage, 
Its  guardian  power  shall  shield  your  youth, 
Its  consolations  cheer  your  age. 

3  Come,  then,  and  choose  religion's  ways, 
In  life's  sweet  fragrancy  and  prime ; 

So  peace  shall  crown  your  following  days — > 
Peace,  indestructible  by  time. 

J££  8,8,3,8,8,8.  c.wesley. 

TrOtJ     "Learning  and  holiness  combined." 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  we  for  our  children  cry, 
The  good  desired  and  wanted  most, 
Out  of  thy  richest  grace  supply! 
The  sacred  discipline  be  given 
To  train  and  bring  them  up  for  heaven. 

2  Error  and  ignorance  remove, 

Their  blindness  both  of  heart  and  mind; 
Give  them  the  wisdom  from  above, 

Spotless,  and  peaceable,  and  kind  : 
In  knowledge  pure  their  minds  renew, 
And  store  with  thoughts  divinely  true. 

3  Learning's  redundant  part  and  vain 
Be  here  cut  off,  and  cast  aside ; 

But  let  them,  Lord,  the  substance  gain — 

In  every  solid  truth  abide — 
Swiftly  acquire,  and  ne'er  forego 
The  knowledge  fit  for  man  to  know. 

4  Unite  the  pair  so  long  disjoin'd, 
Knowledge  and  vital  piety: 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  293 

Learning  and  holiness  combined, 

And  truth  and  love,  let  all  men  see 
In  those  whom  up  to  thee  we  give, 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  die  and  live ! 

4^a  8,8,8,8,8,8.  .        c.  WESLKr. 

UU  Youth  devoted  to  God. 

CAPTAIN  of  our  salvation,  take 
The  souls  we  here  present  to  thee, 
And  fit  for  thy  great  service  make 

These  heirs  of  immortality; 
And  let  them  in  thine  image  rise, 
And  then  transplant  to  paradise. 
2  Train  up  thy  hardy  soldiers,  Lord, 

In  all  their  Captain's  steps  to  tread ! 
Or  send  them  to  proclaim  thy  word, 

Thy  gospel  through  the  world  to  spread: 
Freely  as  they  receive  to  give, 
And  preach  the  death  by  which  we  live. 

AK^f  I".  M.  JANE    TAYLOR, 

It)  I       Dismissing  a  good  Scholar. 

WE  offer,  Lord,  an  humble  prayer, 
And  thank  thee  for  thy  grace  bestowed 
In  leading  one  beneath  our  care 
Thus  far  in  wisdom's  pleasant  road. 

2  Whatever  to  his  lot  may  fall, 
What  toilsome  duties  to  fulfil, 

We  do  not  know,  but  in  them  all 

Be  thou  his  strength  and  comfort  still. 

3  May  Jesus  be  his  constant  friend, 
The  Bible  his  support  and  stay; 

And  may  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  descend, 
To  bless  and  guide  him  day  by  day. 

TtfJO  Farewell  to  a  Teacher. 

DEAR  partner  of  our  hopes  and  fears, 
And  wilt  thou  here  no  longer  dwelL. 


294  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS 

To  share  our  toils,  and  joys,  and  tears  ? 
And  must  we  bid  a  sad  farewell  ? 

2  Yes  :  thou  must  fill  thy  future  lot 

Far  from  thy  fond  and  cherish'd  friend 
But  not  to  be  by  us  forgot 

While  life  its  beating  pulses  spends. 

3  "We'll  think  of  thee  amid  the  scene 
Of  each  returning  Sabbath  day; 

And  nowhere  else  with  grief  so  keen, 
Will  mourn  that  thou  art  far  away. 

4  We'll  think  of  thee  around  the  board 
That  speaks  a  dying  Saviour's  love; 

And  trust  our  joy  will  be  restored 
In  endless  fellowship  above. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  care  Ms  footsteps  guard, 
Thy  choicest  blessings  fill  his  heart, 

And  crown  him  with  thy  rich  reward, 

Where  Christian  friends  no  more  shall  part 

A  ZQ  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY, 

±Ov  Erection  of  a  new  School-house. 

A  CHILDREN'S  temple  here  we  build, 
And  consecrate  it,  Lord,  to  thee, 
In  hope  that  with  thy  presence  fill'd 
,     These  humble  walls  henceforth  may  be. 

2  When  Christ,  thy  holy  child,  was  born, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head  : 

Though  King  of  kings,  he  did  not  scorn 
The  meanness  of  a  manger-bed. 

3  And  is  he  not  to-day  the  same, 
And  deigns  he  not  to  visit  there 

Where  two  or  three,  in  his  great  name, 
Are  met  for  worship,  praise,  and  prayer  ? 

4  Ah  !  yes,  where  simple  souls  are  taught 
To  know  and  do  his  Father's  will, 

Or  infants  to  his  arms  are  brought, 
He  welcomes  all,  and  blesses  still. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  29£ 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  while  we  draw  nigh, 
Such  life  and  power  to  us  afford, 

That  each  may  Abba,  Father  cry, 
And  young  and  old  call  Jesus  Lord. 

J^A  7s.  MONTGOMERY, 

jt\)\J     Opening  a  new  School-house. 

HALLOW'D  be  this  humble  spot, 
Like  the  place  of  Jacob's  bed : 
God  was  there — he  knew  it  not 
Till  heaven  open'd  o'er  his  head. 

2  Not  in  visions  of  the  night, 
God  of  Jacob  !  on  our  way, 

But  in  noon  of  gospel  light 

Here  thy  power  and  grace  display. 

3  Oft  on  embassies  of  love 
Be  descending  angels  sent, 

And,  returning,  spread  above 
Joy  o'er  sinners  that  repent. 

4  Here  the  children's  angels  see 
Little  ones  to  Jesus  brought, 

In  thy  nurture  train'd  for  thee, 
By  thine  admonition  taught. 

5  While  thy  ministers  declare 
All  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 

Lord,  thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Every  precept  to  fulfil. 

6  Here,  when  all  that  live  are  dead, 
And  the  born  supply  their  place, 

Age  by  age,  may  souls  be  led, 
In  this  house,  to  seek  thy  face. 


461 


Opening  a  new  School-room. 

WITH  grateful  delight  we  survey 
The  work  of  this  building  complete : 
We  bless  thee,  dear  Saviour,  this  day 
We  thus  are  permitted  to  meet. 


296  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

2  But  what  will  this  structure  avail, 
Unless  thy  kind  presence  is  here  ? 

Our  work  will  entirely  fail  : 
No  fruit  unto  God  will  appear. 

3  But  sweet  are  thy  promises,  Lord — 
On  these  let  us  ever  depend: 

Thou  say'st  where  thy  name  we  record, 
Thy  presence  and  grace  shall  attend. 

4  Then,  thankful  for  all  that  is  past, 
With  cheerful  delight  may  we  move; 

"While,  gracious  Redeemer,  we  ask 
For  brighter  displays  of  thy  love. 

IU/6   Thanksgiving  for  Christian  Nurture. 

0  FATHER  of  all,  The  great  and  the  small, 
The  old  and  the  young, 
Thanksgiving  accept  from  a  stammerer's  tongue 
Thy  goodness  we  praise,  Which  has  found  us 
a  place — 
Has  planted  us  here, 
To  be  mildly  bro't  up  in  thy  nurture  and  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  and  truth  In  the  days  of  our  youth 

We  learn  to  adore, 
And  gladly  acknowledge  thy  wisdom  and  power: 
Thy  astonishing  plan  To  recover  lost  man, 

With  the  heavenly  choir, 
We  are  taught  in  the  morning  of  life  to  admire. 

3  Thy  favour  we  find  In  the  Friend  of  mankind 

Sent  down  from  above, 
The  witness  and  proof  of  thy  fatherly  love  : 
With  joy  we  embrace  Thy  tenders  of  grace, 

Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
And  accept  our  salvation  in  Jesus's  name. 
1  Thy  mercy  hath  brought  Salvation,  unsought, 

To  us,  and  to  all ; 
And  all  may  be  saved,  if  they  follow  the  call 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  297 

"We  follow  it  here,  Till  the  Saviour  appear, 

His  saints  to  approve, 
And  carry  us  up  to  his  kingdom  above. 

J£0  CM.  C.   WESLEY", 

*iUO  Anniversary  of  an  Orphan  Asylum. 

AGAIN  the  kind  revolving  year 
Has  brought  this  happy  day, 
And  we  in  God's  bless'd  house  appear 
Again  our  vows  to  pay. 

2  Our  watchful  guardians,  robed  in  light, 
Adore  the  heavenly  King: 

Ten  thousand  thousand  seraphs  bright 
Incessant  praises  sing. 

3  They  know  no  want,  they  feel  no  care, 
Nor  ever  sigh  as  we : 

Sorrow  and  sin  are  strangers  there, 
And  all  is  harmony. 

4  If  aught  can  there  enhance  their  bliss, 
Or  raise  their  raptures  higher, 

New  joys  in  heaven,  at  sights  like  this, 
New  anthems  fill  the  choir. 

5  With  what  resembling  care  and  love 
Both  worlds  for  us  appear  ! 

Our  friendly  guardians,  those  above — 
Our  benefactors,  here. 

^JO/I  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY", 

lUl        For  an  Orphan  Asylum. 

FATHER,  of  mercies,  hear  our  prayers 
For  those  that  do  us  good, 
Whose  love  for  us  a  place  prepares, 

And  gives  the  orphans  food. 
2  Their  alms  in  blessings  on  their  head 

A  thousand  fold  restore  : 
0  feed  their  souls  with  living  bread, 
And  let  their  cup  run  o'er! 


298  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

3  For  ever  in  thy  Christ  built  up, 
Thy  bounty  let  them  prove  : 

Steadfast  in  faith,  joyful  through  hope, 
And  rooted  deep  in  love. 

4  For  those  who  kindly  founded  this, 
A  better  house  prepare  : 

Remove  them  to  thy  heavenly  bliss, 
And  let  us  meet  thorn  there. 

J££j  CM.  MOXTGOMEilY 

xuu         For  an  Orphan  Asylum. 

THOU  Father  of  the  fatherless, 
A  band  of  orphans  see, 
And  from  thy  throne  of  glory  bless 
Our  little  family  : — 

2  A  little  family,  -who  share 
No  human  parents'  love  ; 

And  yet  for  whom  thou  wilt  prepare 
A  house  and  home  above  : — 

3  A  house  above,  if  train'd  up  here 
In  wisdom's  paths  to  go  : 

We  travel  heavenward  in  thy  fear 
From  this  sweet  home  below : — 

4  This  home  below,  where  we  have  found 
Refuge  in  time  of  need, 

And  meet  upon  its  holy  ground 
Friends  who  are  friends  indeed : — 

5  For  friends  indeed  to  us  utq  they, 
Who,  for  our  Saviour's  sake, 

Have  sought  us  out,  like  lambs  astray, 
Their  bounty  to  partaker  — 

6  Thine  is  their  bounty — theirs  not  less, 
Though  thine  what  each  imparts, 

When,  to  relieve  the  fatherless, 
Thy  love  constrains  their  heart*. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  200 

,\(if*  C.  M.  BROWNE. 

T:UD      Pleading  for  ike  Orphan. 

OHOW  can  they  look  up  to  heaven, 
And  ask  for  mercy  there, 
Who  never  soothed  the  poor  man's  pang, 
Nor  dried  the  orphan's  tear? 

2  The  dread  omnipotence  of  Heaven 
We  every  hour  provoke ; 

Yet  still  the  mercy  of  our  God 
Withholds  the  avenging  stroke  : 

3  And  Christ  was  still  the  healing  friend 
Of  poverty  and  pain ; 

And  never  did  imploring  wretch 
His  garment  touch  in  vain. 

4  May  we  with  humble  effort  take 
Example  from  above ; 

And  thence  the  active  lesson  learn 
Of  charity  and  love. 

5  But  chiefly  be  the  labour  ours 
To  shade  the  early  plant — 

To  guard  from  ignorance  and  guilt 
The  infancy  of  want — 

6  To  graft  the  virtues,  ere  the  bud 
The  canker-worm  has  gnaw'd, 

And  teach  the  rescued  child  to  lisp 
Its  gratitude  to  God. 

A  firi  CM.  SIGOURNEY. 

TtO  I        Pleading  for  the  Orphan. 

0  CHRISTIAN  love,  be  strong !  be  strong ! 
Yon  helpless  band  to  save, 
Oast  without  kindred  succour  forth 

On  the  world's  stormy  wave. 
2  Breathe  kindness  o'er  those  lonely  je arts : 

0  Christian  love,  be  true  ! 
And  patient  raise  the  smitten  plants  { 
To  heaven's  reviving  dew. 


300  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

3  For  glorious  -will  it  be  at  last 

To  hear  our  Saviour  say, 
The  "cup  of  water"  in  his  name 

Hath  not  been  cast  away. 
A  no  CM. 

rrUO  Independence  Day. 

WITH  joy  we  meet,  With  smiles  we  greelj 
Our  schoolmates  bright  and  gay  : 
Be  dry  each  tear  Of  sorrow  here — 
'Tis  Independence  Day. 

2  'Tis  freedom's  sound  That  rings  around, 
And  brightens  every  ray : 

Our  banner  floats,  With  trumpet  notes, 
On  Independence  Day. 

3  While  thunder  breaks,  And  music  wakes 
Its  patriotic  lay, 

At  temple-gate  Our  feet  shall  wait 
On  Independence  Day.  ' 

4  0  who  from  home  Would  fail  to  come 
And  join  the  children's  lay, 

When  praise  we  bring  To  God  our  King, 
On  Independence  Day  ? 

5  For  liberty,  Great  God,  to  thee 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay  ; 

For  thanks,  we  know,  To  thee  we  OAve 
On  Independence  Day. 

4by  Fourth  of  July. 

TO  Thee,  the  little  children's  Friend,  ■ 
Their  hymn  to-day  shall  rise  : 
0  from  the  heavenly  courts  descend, 

And  bless  the  sacrifice! 
2  While  through  our  land  fair  freedom's  song 

Our  fathers  raise  to  thee, 
Our  accents  shall  the  notes  prolong: 
We  children,  too,  are  free  ! 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  301 

3  The  past  with  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Was  richly  scatter'*!  o'er, 

As  numerous  as  the  countless  sand 
That  spreads  the  ocean  shore. 

4  0  may  the  future  be  as  bright ! 
Nor  be  thy  favours  less 

Resplendent  with  the  glorious  light 
Of  peace  and  happiness. 

5  On  earth  prepare  us  for  the  skies; 
And  when  our  life  is  o'er, 

Let  us  to  purer  mansions  rise, 
And  praise  thee  evermore. 

470  8'7- 

TlU  National  Praise. 

UP  to  thee,  Almighty  Father, 
Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Throned  in  uncreated  glory, 

Hear  us,  while  our  songs  we  raise. 

2  Praise,  for  thy  unceasing  bounty, 
Pour'd  with  an  indulgent  hand  : 

Praise,  for  blessings  still  increasing, 
Crowning  freedom's  favour'd  land. 

3  While  a  nation's  heart  is  leaping, 
Mighty  in  its  gushing  joy, 

May  the  song  of  adoration 

All  its  grateful  powers  employ. 

4  Thine,  0  Lord,  shall  be  the  kingdom, 
Thine  the  power  and  glory  be, 

Tbine  through  endless  ages  rolling, 
Thine  throughout  eternity. 

ATjf  1  8,6.  H.  S.  WASHBURDT. 

±  I  1     Praise  to  our  Fathers'  God. 

LET  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing, 
Let  choral  anthems  rise  : 
•  Ye  reverend  men  and  children,  bring 
To  Go^  your  sacrifice; 


802  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS- 

For  ho  is  good :  the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  : 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 
2  He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set, 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 

Bow  low  before  his  throne ; 
For  he  is  good :  the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  : 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

ATfi)  S.  M. 

ll/O  Temperance  Ode. 

MOURN  for  the  thousands  slain, 
The  youthful  and  the  strong : 
Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fatal  reign, 
And  the  deluded  throng. 

2  Mourn  for  the  tarnish'd  gem — 
For  reason's  light  divine 

Quench'd  from  the  soul's  bright  diadem, 
Where  God  hath  bid  it  shine. 

3  Mourn  for  the  ruin'd  soul — 
Eternal  life  and  light 

Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl, 
And  turn'd  to  hopeless  night 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  S03 

4  Mourn  for  the  lost;  but  call, 
Call  to  the  strong,  the  free  : 

Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

5  Mourn  for  the  lost;  but  pray, 
Pray  to  our  God  above, 

To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 
And  show  his  saving  love. 


473 


Spring. 

HAIL,  lovely  appearance  of  spring ! 
The  sternness  of  winter  is  past; 
And  zephyrs  on  soft  silken  wing 

Succeed  to  the  rude  northern  blast : 

The  sun  has  come  forth  in  his  strength 

To  gladden  the  earth  with  his  blaze : 

The  earth  feels  his  power,  and  at  length 

Sends  up  her  loud  tribute  of  praise. 

2  The  hills  clap  their  hands  to  the  hills, 
And  the  valleys  to  valleys  reply : 

Swelling  voices  of  fresh-gushing  rills 
Feel  the  gladness  and  echo  the  joy. 

Charm'd  nature,  through  all  her  domain, 
Bids  her  incense  and  melody  join 

To  adore  and  acknowledge  the  reign 
Of  him  who  is  Sovereign  divine. 

3  He  sends  the  glad  season  of  spring — 
Fills  the  earth  with  her  increase — and  deigns. 

When  men  in  their  gratitude  sing 

Of  his  goodness,  to  smile  on  their  strains : 

Yea,  the  Spirit  delighteth  to  come 
To  the  heart  in  its  winter  of  sin, 

To  renew  with  a  spring's  moral  bloom, 
And  make  it  all  lovely  within. 


S04  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 


474 


Su  m  hi  er. 

JT^IS  summer,  glorious  summer — 
J-    Look  to  the  glad  green  earth, 
How  from  her  grateful  bosom 

The  herb  and  flower  spring  forth ! 
These  are  her  rich  thanksgivings, 

The  incense  floats  above  ! 

Father,  what  may  we  offer? — 

Thy  chosen  flower  is  love. 

2  'Tis  summer,  blessed  summer — 

The  lofty  hills  are  bright : 
All  nature's  fountains  sparkle — 

Shall  ours  have  lesser  light? 
No  !  bid  each  spirit  praise  him, 

"Who  hangs  on  every  tree 
A  thousand  living  lyres, 

Awaking  harmony. 


475 


8,7. 

Autumn. 


SEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
Dry  and  wither'd,  to  the  ground, 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound, — 

2  "Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 

View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
Number'd  now  among  the  dead. 

3  "What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you— 
Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace — 

Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you, 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place." 

4  On  the  Tree  of  Life  eternal 
Lord,  let  all  our  hopes  be  stay'd  ? 

This  alone,  for  ever  vernal, 

Be^rs  a  leaf  that  sha}l  not  fade. 


476 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  305 

7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6.  j.  buuton. 

Winter. 

TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigour  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  : 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
"Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

A  FiTf  8s.  JANE  TAYLOR 

TL  I    I  CTose  of  the  Year. 

THIS  year  is  just  going  away, 
The  moments  are  finishing  fast! 
My  heart,  have  you  nothing  to  say 

Concerning  the  things  that  are  past? — 
But,  Lord,  thou  already  hast  known 

Much  more  of  my  folly  thau  I  : 
There  is  not  a  fault  I  can  own 
Too  little  for  God  to  descry. 

2  This  year  is  just  going  away, 

The  moments  are  finishing  fast: 
Look  down  in  thy  mercy,  I  pray, 

To  pardon  the  sin  that  is  past ; 
And  as  soon  as  another  begins, 

So  help  me  to  walk  in  thy  fear/ 
That  I  may  not  with  follies  and  sins 

So  foolishly  waste  a  new  year. 
20 


306  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

J_rVQ  10,5.11.  C.  WESLEY. 

JT  I  O  Neic-y ear's  Dai/. 

COME,  let  us  anew  Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream — Our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown,  The  moment  is  gone: 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  0  that  each  in  the  day  Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  : 

I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do!" 
0  that  each  from  his  Lord  May  receive  tho 

glad  word, 
"Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 

J'YQ  Ts.  NEWTON, 

II  V  New-year's  Day. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  : 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find — 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

■Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind — ■ 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.  307 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream: 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  : 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

{Qf\  CM.  MONTGOMERY. 

iOU  New-year's  Day. 

K    YEAR,  another  year,  is  fled, 
-iJL  Its  issues  who  can  tell  ? 
Millions  of  voices  of  the  dead 
Reply  from  heaven  or  hell. 

2  All  these  were  living  at  the  birtn 
Of  the  departed  year : 

They  all  have  vanish'd  from  the  earth, 
We  fill  their  places  here. 

3  Lost  spirits  from  the  dark  abyss, 
Cry  mournfully,  Beware  ! 

(Spirits  in  glory  and  in  bliss 
Sing  joyfully,  Prepare! 

4  Thus  timely  warn'd,  and  moved  with  fear; 
Of  wrath  let  us  beware  : 

For  life  or  death,  in  this  new  year, 
For  earth  and  heaven  prepare. 


/ 


308      teachers'  meetings. 

SECT.  XL-TEACHERS'  MEETINGS. 
AQ1  L-M- 

lOl    Children  the  Hope  of  the  Church. 

CHILDHOOD    and   youth,  how  vain   thej 
seem! 
Their  beauty  passes  like  a  dream, 
And  soon  or  late,  the  loveliest  bloom 
Will  fade  and  wither  in  the  tomb. 

2  Yet  in  our  charge  with  hope  we  trace 
The  features  of  a  future  race, 

And,  in  these  youthful  classes,  see 
The  seed  of  churches  yet  to  be. 

3  God  of  the  church,  which  must  remain 
While  generations- wax  and  wane, 

For  this  we  toil — 0  deign  to  bless 
The  humble  effort  with  success. 

4  Hence  fill  thy  courts  with  songs  of  praise, 
Hence  ministers  and  people  raise, 

And  hence  supply  the  failing  bands 
That  bear  thy  word  to  heathen  lands. 

5  We  plead  thy  promise,  sovereign  Lord, 
While  thus  we  pray  with  one  accord : 
E'en  as  thy  promise  let  it  be, 

For,  touching  this,  we  all  agree. 

/1QQ  C.  M.  WATT* 

±O/0  Psalm  lxxviii.  1-7. 

IET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  . 
J  Which  God  perform'd  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bid  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 

Through  every  rising  grace. 


teachers'  meetings.      309 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs  : 

That  generations,  yet  unborn, 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands. 
JOO  S.  M. 

TOfJ  The  serious  Charge. 

HOW  serious  is  the  charge 
To  train  the  infant  mind  ! 
'Tis  God  alone  can  give  a  heart 
To  such  a  work  inclined. 

2  May  we  in  Christian  bonds 
The  Christian  name  adorn, 

By  active  deeds  for  public  good, 
Nor  mind  the  sinner's  scorn. 

3  While  wicked  men  unite, 
Our  youth  to  lead  aside, 

'Tis  ours  to  show  them  wisdom's  path, 
In  wisdom's  path  to  guide. 

4  Dependent,  Lord,  on  thee, 
Our  humble  means  to  bless, 

We  gladly  join  our  hearts  and  hands, 
And  look  for  large  success. 

,1  Q   1  C.  M.  STRAPHAK. 

TOt  The  delightful  TasJc. 

MERCY,  descending  from  above, 
In  softest  accents  pleads  : 
0  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name 

And  their  Creator  love. 


310      teachers'  meetings. 

3  Delightful  work  !  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 

Prom  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God !  thine  influence  shed, 
To  aid  this  bless'd  design  : 

The  honour  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

AQZ  CM. 

lOy  Teacher's  Object. 

ATTRACTED  by  love's  sacred  force, 
Like  planets  to  the  sun, 
Though  different  spheres  may  mark  our  course. 
Our  centre  is  but  one. 

2  As  teachers  of  the  young  we  meet, 
Our  object  is  the  same  : 

To  lead  them  to  the  Saviour's  feet, 
And  praise  his  glorious  name. 

3  We  meet  to  strengthen  and  unite 
Our  hearts  in  this  employ: 

0  may  our  work  be  our  delight, 
A  crown  of  future  joy. 

^/JOO  7s.  EDMESTOS, 

lOU       The  Teacher's  Dependence. 

SAVIOUR,  while  thy  servants  meet, 
To  lead  children  to  thy  feet, 
Be  thou  present  with  them  there, 
Hear  their  praise,  and  grant  their  prayer. 

2  Thou,  on  earth,  didst  condescend 
To  appear  the  infant's  Friend: 
Surely,  now  thou  art  above, 
Children  share  not  less  thy  love. 

3  V\re  are  meeting  in  thy  sight : 
Aid  our  counsels,  guide  us  right, 
Warm  our  hearts,  and  may  we  know 
Sweetest  feeling's  warmest  glow. 


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4  0  may  many  a  plant  be  found 
Blooming  on  this  sacred  ground, 
"Whose  fair  fruits  and  flowers  shall  be 
Earnest  that  it  blooms  for  thee. 

AQ1J  8,8,6.  C.  WESLEY. 

XO  I  7  he  Source  of  Success. 

EXCEPT  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan,* 
The  best-concerted  schemes  are  vain, 
And  never  can  succeed: 
We  spend  our  wretched  strength  for  naught  5 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
They  shall  be  bless'd  indeed. 

2  Not  in  the  tombs  we  pine  to  dwell, 
Not  in  the  dark  monastic  cell, 

By  vows  and  grates  confined: 
Freely  to  all  ourselves  we  give, 
Constrain 'd  by  Jesus'  love  to  live 

The  servants  of  mankind. 

3  0  let  our  faith  and  love  abound ! 
0  let  our  lives  to  all  around 

With  purest  lustre  shine  ! 
That  all  around  our  works  may  see, 
And  give  the  glory,  Lord,  to  thee, 

The  heavenly  light  divine  ! 


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For  the  Divine  Blessing. 

HERE,  gracious  God,  beneath  thy  feet, 
Friends  to  the  young  and  thee  we  meet 
Join'd  by  the  cord  of  mutual  love, 
Bound  to  our  common  Friend  above. 

2  Our  hearts  thy  throne  of  grace  address : 
Smile  on  our  schools,  the  children  bless, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  who  once  on  earth 
Appear'd  a  child  of  lowly  birth. 

3  Bless  all  the  plans  which  we  devise, 
May  they  be  useful,  good,  and  wise : 


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While  we  our  humble  labours  bend 
Thy  glorious  kingdom  to  extend. 

4  May  wisdom,  zeal,  and  love  inspire 
Our  bosoms  with  their  purest  fire  : 
While  faith  on  thine  own  word  relies, 
And  hope  looks  joyful  to  the  skies. 

5  Grant  us  thy  presence,  God  of  grace, 
Now  while  we  meet  before  thy  face; 
And  may  we  feel,  ere  we  depart, 

Thy  love  diffused  through  every  heart. 

A  QQ  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY 

~±OV  For  the  Salvation  of  Children. 

LORD  Jesus  Christ,  the  children's  Friend, 
On  us  lift  up  thy  gracious  hands, . 
And  from  thy  holy  temple  send 

Blessings  on  our  united  bands. 
3  How  precious  in  thy  Father's  sight 

Were  children's  souls,  when  thee  he  gave, 
His  only  Son,  his  heart's  delight, 

From  hell  to  heaven  those  souls  to  save ! 
3  What  love  to  them,  what  love  was  thine, 

Meek  Lamb  of  God,  when  thou  didst  give 
Thy  soul,  a  sacrifice  divine, 

Dying  thyself  that  they  might  live  ! 
i  Nor  less  the  Holy  Spirit's  grace, 

When  by  his  ligbt  he  thee  reveals, 
As  though  they  saw  thee  face  to  face, 

And  them  as  heirs  of  glory  seals. 

5  Are  children's  souls  of  such  high  price  ? 
With  grief  and  gladness  may  we  see 

How  sad  their  loss  in  Paradise, 
How  great  their  gain  on  Calvary. 

6  Our  own  no  longer,  thine  they  are, 
In  mercy  bind  them  to  thy  cross  : 

Safe  only  from  the  tempter  there, 
From  second  death  and  endless  loss. 


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49(U,rt. 


Salvation  of  the  Young. 

MAY  we  who  teach  the  rising  race 
Be  fill'd,  0  Lord,  with  every  grace; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  from  above 
Descend  and  bless  our  work  of  love. 

2  Thy  grace  to  those  we  teach  impart* 
0  Lord,  renew  each  youthful  heart : 
Help  them  from  every  sin  to  flee, 
And  dedicate  their  lives  to  thee. 

3  May  we  in  love  to  them  abound, 
And  zealous  in  the  work  be  found  ; 
And  many  seals  may  we  obtain, 
To  prove  our  labour's  not  in  vain. 

101  .  L-M- 

TfJl   For  the  Solvation  of  the  Youna. 

ETERNAL  Being  !  Source  of  love  ! 
Permit  us  to  approach  thy  seat : 
We  have  an  Advocate  above, 
And  plead  his  merits  at  thy  feet. 

2  Us  thou  hast  call'd  to  labour  here, 
To  train  the  rising  race  for  heaven  : 

0  may  we  do  it  in  thy  fear, 
And  use  the  talents  thou  hast  given. 

3  What  can  we  do  without  thine  aid  ? 
Therefore  to  thee  for  help  we  fly : 

0  may  we  never  be  dismay'd, 
For  thou  canst  every  want  supply. 

4  In  some  thy  love  a  work  has  wrought, 
Which  time  we  trust  will  not  efface: 

May  all  their  tender  minds  be  brought 
To  taste  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  Q9  7s- 

1  U  uFora  Blessing  on  Teachers  and  Children* 

GOD  of  union,  God  of  love  ! 
With  thy  sanctifying  power, 


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From  the  realms  of  light  uhove, 
Bless  us  in  this  solemn  hour. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  descend  and  bring 
Heavenly  peace  and  godly  fear; 

And  beneath  thy  guardian  wing 
Shelter  all  before  thee  here. 

3  Bless  our  tender  charge  :  impart 
What  shall  most  to  thee  incline  : 

0  reclaim  each  wandering  heart, 
Seal  them  !  seal  them  ever  thine  ! 

4  Bless  their  teachers  !  grant  to  each 
All  our  great  employments  need : 

Show  us  rightly  how  to  teach, 
Not  by  word  alone,  but  deed. 

5  Make  us  faithful  to  the  end, 
While  our  duties  we  fulfil ; 

And  the  promised  blessing  send. 
Like  the  dew  on  Hermon's  hill. 

JitfO  For  a  Blessing  on  tlie  Seed  soicn. 

ALMIGHTY  God !  thy  word  is  cast 
Like  seed  into  the  ground : 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 
This  holy  seed  remove; 

But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 
The  rising  plant  destroy  ; 

But  bid  it  yield  a  hundred-fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 
Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 

That  all,  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


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\tt7  i  JPor  rt  Blessnif/  on  the  Seed  sown. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  hear: 
On  us  look  kindly  down: 
Our  humble  labours  deign  to  cheer, 
And  with  thy  favour  crown. 

2  In  youthful  hearts  the  seed 
Of  sacred  truth  we  sow  : 

Now,  Lord,  the  blessing  that  we  need 
Richly  do  thou  bestow. 

3  Then,  though  the  sower  weep, 
Ere  long  with  thankful  voice, 

Both  he  who  sows  and  they  who  reap 
Together  shall  rejoice. 

4  Thou  dost  the  seed  prepare, 
And  make  it  spring  when  sown; 

And  if  a  hundred-fold  it  bear, 
The  praise  is  all  thy  own. 

JQrC  7s.  MONTGOMERY 

XV 0   For  a  Blessing  on  the  Schools. 

GOD  o'er  all  supremely  blest, 
God,  in  Christ  made  manifest, 
God,  the  Spirit — One  in  Three — 
Make  thy  children  one  with  thee. 

2  Thou  .art  power.,  and  love,  and  light, 
By  that  threefold  cord  unite 

All  our  schools,  with  large  increase, 
In  thy  covenant  of  peace. 

3  Then  the  living,  year  by  year, 
Shall  recruit  our  numbers  here, 
And  our  dying  friends  supply 
Fresh  accessions  to  the  sky. 

A  QO  C.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

Tl  U  U  Showers  of  Blessings. 

AT  once  upon  ten  thousand  flowers, 
The  morning  sunbeams  strike, 


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31(3      teachers'  meetings. 

Millions  of  blades  of  grass  Spring  showers 

Baptize  from  heaven  alike 
2  So  may  the  Sun  of  righteousness 

On  our  assembly  shine, 
And  showers  of  consolation  bless 
Our  souls  with  peace  divine. 
S.  M. 
For  the  Conversion  of  Children. 

CREATOR!  Saviour!  God! 
We  raise  our  hearts  to  thee; 
And,  resting  on  thy  precious  blood. 
We  bend  our  suppliant  knee. 

2  0  deign  to  hear  our  prayer, 
And  save  the  youthful  race  : 

Convert  the  children  of  our  care, 
By  thine  almighty  grace. 

3  Cause  them  to  feel  thy  love, 
Teach  them  to  lisp  thy  praise, 

While  strains  seraphic  from  above 
Re-echo  youthful  lays. 

A  QQ  8,7,4.  JANE  TAYLOR 

T  V  O  For  the  Babes  of  Sio n. 

THOU  who  didst,  with  love  and  blessing. 
Gather  Sion's  babes  to  thee, 
Still  a  Saviour's  love  expressing, 
These,  the  babes  of  Sion,  see  : 

Bless  the  labours 
That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

2  Smile  upon  the  weak  endeavour, 
Vain  if  thou  thy  smile  deny : 

LoJ  they  rise — to  live  for  ever! 
Train,  0  train  them  for  the  sky ! 

Ne'er  may  Satan 
Plunder  Sion's  nursery. 

3  Lord,  with  humble  fervour  bending, 
We  thy  blessing  would  eiw  ^at : 


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On  the  youthful  heart  descending, 

Make  the  toils  of  learning  sweet: 
Still  to  Sion 

Guide  the  young  disciples'  feet. 
4  Then,  when  long  we  both  have  slumber*  d 

Side  by  side  in  common  dust, 
With  thy  ransom'd  people  number'd 

With  the  assembly  of  the  just, 
Child  and  teacher, 

Saviour !  own  our  humble  trust. 

lU/J     For  the  Lambs  of  the  Floch. 

SAVIOUR  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share, 
Now  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm  : 
There,  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 

Only  there,  they're  safe  from  harm. 
2  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey : 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  through  life's  dangerous  way; 
Then  within  thy  fold  eternal 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 


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From  the  Greek — Clem.  Alex.  Peed. 
Shepherd  of  tender  Youth. 

SHEPHERD  of  tender  youth  ! 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth, 
Through  devious  ways — 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King^» 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing — 


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And  here  our  children  bring 
To  shout  thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord ! 
The  all-subduing  Word ! 

Healer  of  strife  ! 
Thou  didst  thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  our  great  High  Priest! 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  holy  love ; 
And  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  thee  in  vain — 
Help  thou  dost  not  disdain, 

Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  thus  our  guide  ! 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  pride, 

Our  staff  and  song! 
Jesus  !  thou  Christ  of  God  ! 
By  thy  perennial  word, 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod — 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing: 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  thy  church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 

<P|1  L.  M.  c.  WESLEY. 

0\J  1     For  the  Lambs  of  the  Flock. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face 
For  all  who  feel  thy  work  begun : 
Confirm  and  strengthen  them  in  grace, 
And  bring  thy  feeblest  children  on. 


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2  Thou  soest  their  wants,  thou  know'st  their 

names, 
Be  mindful  of  thy  youngest  care  : 
Be  tender  of  the  new-born  lambs, 
And  gently  in  thy  bosom  bear. 

3  The  lion,  roaring  for  his  prey, 
And  ravening  wolves  on  every  side, 

Watch  over  them  to  tear  and  slay, 

If  found  one  moment  from  their  Guide. 

4  In  safety  lead  thy  little  flock, 
From  hell,  the  world,  and  sin  secure  ; 

And  set  their  feet  upon  the  rock, 
And  make  in  thee  their  goings  sure. 

^jlQ  L.  M.  SIONTGOMEitT; 

0\J6  Love. 

LOVE  is  the  theme  of  saints  above, 
Love  be  the  theme  of  saints  below: 
Love  is  of  God,  for  God  is  love, 
With  love  let  every  bosom  glow: 

2  Love,  stronger  than  the  grasp  of  death, 
Love  that  rejoices  o'er  the  grave, 

Love  to  the  Author  of  our  breath, 
Love  to  his  Son,  who  came  to  save : 

3  Love  to  the  Spirit  of  all  grace, 
Love  to  the  Scriptures  of  all  truth. 

Love  to  our  whole  apostate  race, 
Love  to  the  aged,  love  to  youth : 

4  Love  to  each  other — soul  and  mind, 
And  heart  and  hand,  with  full  accord, 

In  one  sweet  covenant  combined,' 
To  live  and  die  unto  the  Lord. 

5  Christ's  little  flock  we  then  shall  feed, 
The  lambs  we  in  our  arms  shall  bear, 

Reclaim  the  lost,  the  feeble  lead, 
And  watch  o'er  all  in  faith  and  prayer. 


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Brotherly  Lore  and  Unity'. 

O'TIS  good,  when,  all  combining, 
Brethren  in  the  Lord  are  found, 
Every  selfish  thought  resigning, 
All  in  love  together  bound, 

With  one  purpose 
Spreading  happiness  around. 

2  Thus  they  cheer  each  other's  labours, 
Thus  each  other's  burdens  bear: 

Each  one's  joy  becomes  his  neighbour's, 
Each  his  brother's  grief  will  share: 

Fellow  helpers 
Thus  they  prove,  by  faith  and  prayer. 

3  Christian  love  the  soul  will  nourish, 
'Tis  like  dew  on.Zion's  hill : 

With  it  every  grace  will  flourish, 
With  it  comes  the  blessing  still — 

God's  own  blessing 
Shall  for  evermore  distil. 

KC]A  C-  M*  WATTS, 

OKJ  X  Psalm  cxxxiii. 

LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
Are  brethren  who  agree  ! 
Brethren  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love,  from  Christ  the  spring, 
Descend  to  every  soul, 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 
On  Aaron's  reverend  head : 

The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread : 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 

Where  God  his  mildest  glory  show3, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 


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SECT.  XII.-EA1IILY  AND  CLOSET. 


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Horning. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  Thee,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept: 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 

1  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all' their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

5  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow : 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host : 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

K(\fi  C.  M.  WATTfc 

U\J\J  Morning. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 

Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
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322  FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  : 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  : 

My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flams, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  0  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  I  enjoy  the  light! 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

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0\J  I  Morning. 

NOW  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 
Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  or  deed  of  wrong, 
Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove ; 

But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 
0  Christ,  securely  fence 

Our  gates,  beleaguer'd  by  the  foe — 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honour,  Lord, 
Our  daily  toil  may  tend, 

That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favour  end. 
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0  U  O  Mo  rn  ing. 

MY  God,  who  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 
His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 

Dost  send  him  round  the  skies, — 
2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines, — 


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i  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day, 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 

March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  thy  early  grace  j 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain, 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 

Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 


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Morning. 

AGAIN,  0  Lord,  I  ope  my  eyes   g 
Thy  glorious  light  to  see, 
And  share  the  gifts  so  largely  lent 
To  thankless  man  by  thee. 

2  And  wby  has  God  o'er  me  this  night 
Tfie  watch  so  kindly  kept  ? 

And  why  have  I  so  sweetly  waked, 
And  why  so  sweetly  slept? 

3  And  wherefore  do  I  live  and  breathe 
And  wherefore  have  I  still 

The  mind  to  know,  the  sense  to  choose, 
The  strength  to  do  thy  will  ? 

4  Is  it  to  waste  another  day 
In  folly,  sin,  and  shame  ? 

To  give  to  these  my  heart  and  hand, 
And  spurn  my  Maker's  claim  ? 

5  Is  it  to  grow  unto  the  world, 
As  glides  the  world  from  me  : 

Be  one  day  nearer  to  the  grave, 
And  farther,  Lord,  from  thee  ? 

6  No !  thus  too  many  days  I've  spent: 
To  thee,  then,  this  be  given : 

Teach  what  I  owe  to  man  below, 
And  to  thyself  in  heaven. 


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7  0  bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  cross, 

For  mercy  for  the  past  ; 
And  make  me  live  the  coming  day 
As  if  it  were  my  last ! 
K|A  S.  M.  scon 

0  1  U  Horning 

SEE  how  the  morning  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way, 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise 
With  every  brightening  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Iti  heavenly  Parent  sing, 

And  to  its  great  Original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  :  » 

1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee; 

And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

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Oil  Morning. 

MY  God,  beneath  thy  watching  eye 
I  laid  me  down  and  slept : 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  nigh, 
In  peace  my  spirit  kept. 

2  Safe  in  thine  everlasting  arms, 
That  compass'd  me  around, 

Body  and  soul  from  outward  harms 
And  inward  fears  were  found. 

3  Thus,  till  the  morn  in  beauty  broke, 
My  sleep  was  sweet  to  me : 

Thy  voice  then  call'd  me — I  awoke, 
And  found  myself  with  thee. 


FAMILY  AND   CLOSET.        325 

4  Humbly  beside  my  coucb  I  knelt, 
And  while  I  strove  to  pray, 

The  earnest  in  my  heart  I  felt 
Of  blessings  through  the  day. 

5  0  oft  to  cheer  me,  to  and  fro 
By  restless  passions  driven, 

Such  nights  of  calm  from  care  and  wo, 
Such  days  of  hope  be  given. 

£  1  O  L.  M.  KEKA 

0  1  u  Morning. 

NEW  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove : 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray : 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  We  need  not  bid,  for  cloister'd  cell, 
Our  neighbour  and  our  work  farewell, 
Nor  strive  to  wind  ourselves  too  high 
For  sinful  man  beneath  the  sky : 

5  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Would  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask : 
Boom  to  deny  ourselves — a  road 

To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 

6  Only,  0  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love, 
Tit  us  for  r  jrfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  u.5,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


326         FAMILY  AND   CLOSET. 

K  |  O  CM. 

ult)  Morning. 

I  THANK  thee,  Lord,  for  quiet  rest, 
And  for  thy  care  of  me  : 
0  let  me  through  this  day  be  blest, 
And  kept  from  harm  by  thee. 

2  0  take  my  naughty  heart  away, 
And  make  me  clean  and  good : 

Lord  Jesus,  save,  my  soul,  I  pray, 
And  wash  me  in  thy  blood. 

3  0  let  me  love  thee !  kind  thou  art 
To  children  such  as  I : 

Give  me  a  gentle,  holy  heart : 
Be  thou  my  Friend  on  high. 

4  Help  me  to  please  my  parents  dear, 
And  do  whate'er  they  tell : 

Bless  all  my  friends,  both  far  and  near, 
And  keep  them  safe  and  well. 


8,8,8,8,11,11.       JAKE  TAYLOR 
Morning, 


514 

MT  Father,  I  thank  thee  for  sleep, 
For  quiet  and  peaceable  rest : 

1  thank  thee  for  stooping  to  keep 
An  infant  from  being  distrest : 

0  how  can  a  poor  little  creature  repay 
Thy  fatherly  kindness   by   night    and   by 
day! 

2  My  voice  would  be  lisping  thy  praise, 
My  heart  would  repay  thee  with  love : 

0  teach  me  to  walk  in  thy  ways, 
And  fit  me  to  see  thee  above : 
For  Jesus  said,  "Let  little  children  come 

nigh  f 
And  he  will  not  despise  such   an  infant 
as  I. 


51 


FAMILY  AND   CLOSET.         327 

^  7s. 

tf  Morning. 

A  T  the  golden  rise  of  day, 
ix  Humbly,  God,  to  thee  we  pray : 
Uncreated  Source  of  light, 
Guide  our  thoughts  and  words  aright. 
Holy  Father,  at  thy  call 
Light  upon  the  earth  did  fall : 
Speak  the  word  again,  and  make 
Morning  o'er  our  hearts  to  break. 

2  Humbly  though  out  prayer  arise, 
Quickly  let  it  reach  the  skies  : 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Hear  from  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place. 
Holy  Son,  whose  lowly  birth 
Re-illumined  the  dark  earth, 
Let  the  Gentiles  see  thy  ray — 
Kings,  the  brightness  of  thy  day. 

3  From  the  eternal  Source  in  heaven 
Light  to  us  on  earth  be  given — 
Light  of  grace,  to  guard  from  wrath, 
Light  of  faith,  to  guide  our  path. 
Holy  Spirit,  let  thy  ray 

Guide  our  footsteps,  day  by  day, 

While  through  earth's  dark  path  we  move 

To  eternal  day  above. 

£  1   O  C.  M.  T.  O.  SUMMER* 

U  X  U    Little  Child's  Morning  Hymn. 

THE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light, 
Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep : 
Father,  I  own 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 
2  All  through  the  day 
I  humbly  pray, 
Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide : 


517 


328  FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live, 

Blest  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 

3  0  make  thy  rest 

Within  my  breast, 
Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  : 

Make  me  like  thee — 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 

C.  M.  T.  O.  STJMMEBfc 

Little  Child's  Evening  Hymn. 

THE  daylight  fades, 
The  evening  shades 
Are  gathering  round  my  head  : 
Father  above, 

1  praise  that  love 
Which  smooths  and  guards  my  bed. 

2  While  thou  art  near, 
I  need  not  fear 

The  gloom  of  midnight  hour : 

Blest  Jesus,  still 

From  every  ill 
Defend  me  with  thy  power. 

3  Pardon  my  sin, 
And  enter  in 

And  sanctify  my  heart : 

Spirit  divine, 

0  make  me  thine, 
And  ne'er  from  me  depart. 

C.  M.  WATTSc 

Evening. 

AND  now  another  day  is  gone, 
I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise  : 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 


518 


FAMILY    AND    CLOSET.  329 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste  ! 
My  sins,  how  great  their  sum  i 

Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  : 
Let  angels  guard  my  head, 

And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 
•  Since  thou  wilt  not  remove  j 

And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
K1Q  S.  M. 

0  1  O  Evening. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear: 
0  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest: 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possess'd. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  : 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 


520 


Evening. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 


330         FAMILY  AND   CLOSET. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home : 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep — 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

£0  1  S.  M.         MRS.  SIGOUR3EY. 

0/J±  Evening. 

THE  sun  has  gone  to  rest, 
The  bee  forsakes  the  flower, 
The  young  bird  slumbers  in  its  nest 
Within  the  leafy  bower. 

2  Where  have  I  been  this  day? 
Into  what  folly  run  ? 

Forgive  me,  Father,  when  I  pray, 
Through  Jesus  Christ,  thy  Son. 

3  When  all  my  days  are  o'er, 
And  in  the  grave  I  lie, 

Wilt  thou  permit  my  soul  to  soar 
To  worlds  beyond  the  sky? 

pCOO  8,7.  EDMESTOX. 

OjCiAJ  Evening. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing : 

Thou  canst  save  and  thou  canst  heal. 
2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us : 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 


FAMILY   AND    CLOSET.  331 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  : 

Thou  art  he,  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertakc  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 

May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

7s.  ST.  GRiSGORJV 

[Translated  by  Chandler.] 
Evening. 

SOURCE  of  light  and  life  divine  ! 
Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine : 
Thou  didst  bring  thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  thy  new-created  earth. 
2  Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  thee  the  name  of  day: 
Now,  again,  the  shades  are  nigh — 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

5  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest : 
May  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again : 

4  Rather,  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  much-loved  treasure  lies : 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 

Make  us  struggle  into  life. 

5  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One — 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  thee, 
Now  and  for  eternity. 

U/C  X  .     Evening. 

THE  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
Serenely  down  the  west : 


332  FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

So,  every  care  subsiding, 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 
The  daylight's  gentle  close  : 

May  angels,  round  me  singing, 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 
Her  crystal  lamp  on  high  : 

So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendour  dawning, 
The  morrow's  light  shall  breals : 

0  !  on  the  last  bright  morning 
May  I  in  glory  wake. 

7,6,6. 
Even  ing. 

ERE  I  sleep,  for  every  favour 
This  day  show'd  By  my  God, 

1  do  bless  my  Saviour. 
3  Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me : 
Let  thy  peace  Be  my  bliss, 
Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 

3  Thou,  my  rock,  my  guard,  my  tower, 
Safely  keep,  While  I  sleep, 
Me  with  all  thy  power. 

4  And,  whene'er  in  death  I  slumber, 
Let  me  rise  With  the  wise — 
Counted  in  their  number. 

8,7.  M.  L.  DUNCA.K 

Evening, 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me — 
Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me — 

Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light. 
2  All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 
Ani  I  thank  theo  for  thy  care: 


FAMILY   AND    CLOSET.  333 

Thou  hast  warrn'd,  and  clothed,  and  fed  mo — ■ 

Listen  to  my  evening  prayer : 
3  Let  my  sins  he  all  forgiven : 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well: 
Take  me,  when  Idie,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 
KO'Y  7,7,7,7,7,7.  mrs.  j. t. h. cross 

tj/j  I  Evening. 

THOU,  0  God,  my  Father  art! 
In  this  world  so  strange  and  wide, 
Take  my  little  trembling  heart — 

'Neath  thy  love-wing  let  it  hide, 
'Neath  thy  love-wing  let  it  stay : 
Hear  me,  Father,  hear  me  pray ! 
2  In  the  dark  and  fearful  night, 

When  my  eyes  are  closed  in  sleep, 
Send  from  heaven  thine  angels  bright, 

Round  my  bed  their  watch  to  keep — 
There  to  watch  till  break  of  day: 
Hear  me,  Father,  hear  me  pray ! 

^QQ  L.  M.  KEBLR 

t)  U  O  Evening. 

WHEN  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought — how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

2  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve — 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh — 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

3  Thou  Framer  of  the  light  and  dark, 
Steer  through  the  tempest  thine  own  ark : 
Amid  the  howling  wintry  sea 

We  are  in  port  if  we  have  thee. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurn'd  to-day  the  voice  divine, 


334         FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin : 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick :  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store : 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near,  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 
Ki)Q  L.  M.  ke* 

06  V  Evening. 

ALL  praise  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ! 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done — 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  0  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close — 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host : 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 

KOfj  C.  M.  brow* 


I 


Retirement. 
LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 


FAMILY   AND    CLOSET.  335 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore.  . 

4  I  love,  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven : 

The  prospect  does  my  strength  renew, 
,     While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day^is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

fCOl  8,7,6.  c.  wesi 

0  O  1.  Self-examination. 

AT  evening  to  myself  I  say — 
Soul,  where  hast  thou  glean'd  to-dav 
Thy  labours  how  bestow'd  ? 
What  hast  thou  rightly  said  or  done? 
What  grace  attain'd,  or  knowledge  won, 
In  following  after  God  ? 

KOi)  L.  M.  WATT8. 

OD/O  Meditation. 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee : 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 
2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cling  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 


336         FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense — 
One  sovereign  word  can  call  me  thenco : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn: 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


533 


CM. 
Meditation. 


WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 

Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed — 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see — 

Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  the  favour'd  hour 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill : 

Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see  : 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear — 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


FAMILY  AND    CLOSET.  337 

5q  A  8,8,8,8,8,8.  c.  weslet 

Ol       Reading  the  Scriptures. 
WHEN  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit, 
Thy  book  be  my  companion  still ; 
My  joy,  thy  sayings  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will, 
And  search  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  every  heartfelt  word  be  mine. 

2  0  may  the  gracious  words  divine 
Subject  of  all  my  converse  be  ! 

So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  join, 

And  walk  and  talk  himself  with  me  : 
So  shall  my  heart  his  presence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everlasting  love. 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
0  may  the  reconciling  word 

Sweetly  compose  my  weary  breast, 
While,  on  the  bosom  of  my  Lord, 

1  sink  in  blissful  dreams  away, 
And  visions  of  eternal  day  ! 

4  Rising  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise, 
Thee  may  I  publish  all  day  long ; 

And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue,— 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purest  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above. 

5Q  £  7s.  MONTGOMERY 

DO  Going  to  Church. 

TO  thy  temple  I  repair, 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  vail  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  righteousness. 


338  FAMILY  AND   CLOSET. 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  : 

Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

6  From  thy  house,  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

I  have  walk'd  with  God  to-day. 


536 


C.  M. 

Parental  Concern. 

FAIN,  0  my  child,  I'd  have  thee  know 
The  God  whom  angels  love, 
And  teach  thee  feeble  strains  below 
Akin  to  their's  above. 

2  0  when  thy  lisping  tongue  shall  read 
Of  truths  divinely  sweet, 

Mayst  thou,  a  little  child  indeed, 
Sit  down  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  I'll  move  thine  ear,  I'll  point  thine  eye  ; 
But  0,  the  inward  part ! 

Great  God,  the  Spirit,  hear  the  sigh 
That  trembles  through  my  heart : 

4  Move  with  thy  vital  breath  benign, 
O'er  all  the  mental  wild  : 

Bright  o'er  the  brooding  darkness  shine, 
And  sanctify  my  child. 


FAMILY  AND   CLOSET.        339 
Kqri  8,8,7. 

OO  I  Family  Union. 

0    SWEET  as  vernal  dews  that  fill 
The  closing  buds  on  Zion's  hill, 
"When  evening  clouds  draw  thither— 
So  sweet,  so  heavenly  'tis  to  see 
The  members  of  one  family- 
Live  peacefully  together. 

2  The  children,  like  the  lily  flowers, 
On  which  descend  the  sun  and  showers, 

Their  hues  of  beauty  blending — 
The  parents,  like  the  willow  boughs, 
On  which  the  lovely  foliage  grows, 

Their  friendly  shade  extending. 

3  But  leaves  the  greenest  will  decay — 
And  flowers  the  brightest  fade  away, 

When  autumn  winds  are  sweeping; 
And  be  the  household  e'er  so  fair, 
The  hand  of  death  will  soon  be  there, 

And  turn  the  scene  to  weeping. 

4  Yet  leaves  again  will  clothe  the  trees, 
And  lilies  wave  beneath  the  breeze, 

When  spring  comes  smiling  hither; 
And  friends  who  parted  at  the  tomb 
May  yet  renew  their  loveliest  bloom, 

And  meet  in  heaven  together. 

£QO  S.  M.  watts. 

OOO  Psalm  cxxxiii. 

BLESS'D  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one — 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Bless'd  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet : 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 


340  FAMILY  AND   CLOSET. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  bless'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 

50Q  CM.  WATTS. 

Ot)  Love  between  Brothers  and  Sisters. 
WHATEVER  brawls  disturb  the  street 
There  should  be  peace  at  home  : 
Where  sisters  dwell,  and  brothers  meet, 
Quarrels  should  never  come. 

2  Birds  in  their  little  nests  agree : 
And  'tis  a  shameful  sight 

When  children  of  one  family 
Fall  out,  and  chide,  and  fight. 

3  Hard  names  at  first,  and  threatening  words, 
That  are  but  noisy  breath, 

May  grow  to  clubs  and  naked  swords, 
To  murder  and  to  death. 

4  The  devil  tempts  one  mother's  son 
To  rage  against  another; 

So  wicked  Cain  was  hurried  on 
Till  he  had  kill'd  his  brother. 

5  The  wise  will  make  their  anger  cool, 
At  least  before  'tis  night  j 

But  in  the  bosom  of  a  fool, 
It  burns  till  morning  light. 

6  Pardon,  0  Lord,  our  childish  rage, 
Our  little  brawls  remove, 

That  as  we  grow  to  riper  age, 
Our  hearts  may  all  be  love. 

£  A  A  L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR, 

O  iU  Love  between  Brothers  and  Sisters. 

THE  God  of  heaven  is  pleased  to  see 
A  little  family  agree, 
And  will  not  slight  the  praise  they  bring. 
When  loving  children  join  to  sing. 


FAMILY  AND   CLOSET.        341 

2  For  love  and  kindness  please  him  more 
Than  if  we  gave  him  all  our  store, 
And  children  here  who  dwell  in  love 
Are  like  his  happy  ones  above. 
S  The  gentle  child  that  tries  to  please, 
That  hates  to  quarrel,  fret,  and  tease, 
And  would  not  say  an  angry  word — 
That  child  is  pleasing  to  the  Lord. 
4  Great  God  forgive,  whenever  we 
Forget  thy  will  and  disagree  ; 
And  grant  that  each  of  us  may  find 
The  sweet  delight  of  being  kind. 

X/fl  L.  M.  SIGOURNE-Y 

Oxl  Duty  to  a  Father. 

THY  father  !     Why  with  locks  of  snow 
Are  thus  his  sacred  temples  clad  ? 
Why  droops  he  o'er  his  staff  so  low, 

With  trembling  limbs  and  visage  sad  ? 
Care  hath  his  brow  with  wrinkles  scarr'd, 

His  clustering  ringlets  shred  away, 
And  time,  with  tyrant  sceptre,  marr'd 
The  glory  of  his  manhood's  sway. 

2  How  oft  that  palsied  hand  hath  led 
Thine  infant  footsteps,  weak  with  fear:1 

How  gently  bow'd  that  reverend  head, 
Thy  childhood's  broken  tale  to  hear. 

And  when  those  wayward  feet  have  stray'd, 
Mid  youthful  follies  rashly  free, 

Those  lips  invoked  at  midnight  shade 
The  pardon  of  thy  God  for  thee  ! 

3  If  from  his  speech  should  dotage  flow, 
Or  eye,  or  ear  be  dull  and  dead, 

Then  to  his  second  childhood  show 

The  love  that  smoothed  thy  cradle.bed. 

Grieve  not  thy  sire  !   for  if  this  love 
Unblest  or  unrequited  be, 

He.  whom  thou  call'st  thy  Sire  above, 
Will  bend  a  judge's  frown  on  thee  ! 


342  FAMILY   AND    CLOSET. 

UJL/6  Duty  to  a  Mother. 

COULD  I  so  ungrateful  be 
As  to  cause  a  mother  pain  ? 
She  was  always  good  to  me — 
Can  I  yield  her  ill  again  ? 

2  In  each  hour  of  harm  or  good, 
'Twas  her  hand  that  all  the  day 

Clothed  me,  kept  me,  gave  me  food, 
Taught  me  how  to  God  to  pray. 

3  Oft  as  I  have  sickly  lain, 

By  my  bed  her  watch  she  kept; 

And  when  she  has  seen  my  pain, 

Kindly  looked  on  me  and  wept. 

4  Heavenly  Father,  who  didst  give 
Such  a  gift  as  this  to  me, 

Grant  me,  ever  as  I  live, 
Gratitude  to  her  and  thee. 

KAO  8s-  *AHE  TAYLOR. 

UlO  Duty  to  Parents. 

MY  father,  my  mother,  I  know 
I  cannot  your  kindness  repay; 
But  I  hope,  that  as  older  I  grow, 

I  shall  learn  your  commands  to  obey. 

2  You  loved  me  before  I  could  tell 
Who  it  was  that  so  tenderly  smiled  ; 

But  now  that  I  know  it  so  well, 
I  should  be  a  dutiful  child. 

3  I  am  sorry  that  ever  I  could 

Be  wicked,  and  give  you  such  pain : 
I  hope  I  shall  learn  to  be  good, 
And  so  never  grieve  you  again. 

4  But,  for  fear  that  I  ever  should  dare 
From  all  your  commands  to  depart, 

Whenever  I  utter  a  prayer, 
I'll  ask  for  a  dutiful  heart. 


FAMILY    AND   CLOSET.  343 

Oil  Birth-Day. 

HEAVENLY  Father !  look  on  me, 
Now  my  birth-day's  come  once  more : 
Listen  while  I  pray  to  thee : 
Thee  with  all  my  powers  adore. 

2  Once  I  was  an  infant  weak, 
Sleeping  on  my  mother's  knee : 

Then  I  could  not  walk  or  speak, 
Yet  thou  didst  take  care  of  me. 

3  Now  I  run  about  and  talk  : 
Now  I  learn  to  read  my  book  : 

Through  the  fields  I  now  can  walk — 
On  the  pretty  flowers  can  look. 

4  Bless  me  now  I  am  a  child, 
Bless  this  birth-day,  Lord,  to  me  : 

Make  me  good,  and  wise,  and  mild, 
Make  me  all  that  I  should  be. 

KA  £  L.  M.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

OxO  For  a  sick  Child. 

ALMIGHTY  God !  I'm  very  ill, 
But  cure  me,  if  it  be  thy  will; 
For  thou  canst  take  away  my  pain, 
And  make  me  strong  and  well  again. 
2  Let  me  be  patient  all  the  day, 

And  mind  what  those  who  nurse  me  say; 
And  grant  that  all  I  have  to  take 
May  do  me  good,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

pCA  ft  CM.  JANE  TAYLOR. 

UltU        Recovery  from  Sickness. 

I  THANK  the  Lord  who  lives  on  high, 
Who  heard  an  infant  pray; 
And  heal'd  me  that  I  should  not  die, 

And  took  my  pains  away. 
2  0  let  me  love  and  serve  thee,  too, 

As  long  as  I  shall  live  ; 

And  every  evil  thing  I  do, 

For  Jesus'  sake  forgive. 


344         FAMILY  AND   CLOSET. 

^4-7  8>7.  CECIL. 

UII        Dying  Child  to  its  Mother. 

CEASE  here  longer  to  detain  me, 
Fondest  mother,  drown'd  in  wo  : 
Now  thy  kind  caresses  pain  me — 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 

2  See  yon  orient  streak  appearing, 
Harbinger  of  endless  day : 

Hark  !  a  voice,  the  darkness  cheering, 
Calls  my  new-born  soul  away. 

3  Lately  launch'd  a  trembling  stranger 
On  the  world's  wide  boisterous  flood, 

Pierced  with  sorrows,  toss'd  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 

4  Now  my  cries  shall  cease  to  grieve  thee, 
Now  my  trembling  heart  shall  rest  : 

Kinder  arms  than  thine  receive  me — 
Softer  pillow  than  thy  breast. 

5  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish, 
Upward  turning  to  their  home  : 

They  will  soon  forget  all  anguish, 
While  I  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

6  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  centre : 
Weeping,  parting,  care,  or  wo, 

Ne'er  our  Father's  house  shall  enter — 
Morn  advances — let  me  go ! 

£    A  O  8,7.  MRS.  M.  MARTIH, 

0±0  Mother  to  her  departed  Child. 
yOUNG  and  lovely!  hast  thou  left  me, 
-L    Fled  thy  mother's  fond  embrace  ? 
Gracious  God  !  thou  hast  bereft  me, 

Hide  not  from  me  now  thy  face. 
2  Where  look  I  but  unto  heaven, 
There  my  treasure  is  removed  : 
Lent  a  little  while — not  given — 
Yet  that  loan  how  fondly  loved. 


FAMILY   AND   CLOSET.  345 

3  Hard  it  was  the  loan  resigning, 
Claim'd  too  strongly  by  the  heart : 

Hard  to  break  the  tendrils  twining 
"Round  and  round  that  vital  part  ■ 

4  Torn,  abruptly  torn  asunder, 
Scarcely  time  for  faith  and  prayer, 

Scarcely  time  my  loss  to  ponder, 
Or  my  heart  to  aught  prepare. 

5  Yet,  my  child,  I  do  resign  thee, 
Now  that  I  can  think  and  pray, 

Nor  would  longer  here  confine  thee 
To  this  prison-house  of  clay. 

6  Borne  by  angels— upward  winging 
To  thy  paradise  of  joy, 

There  sweet  hallelujahs  singing, 
Praise  shall  be  thy  blest  employ. 

p/    *  f\  L.  M.  MRS.  DANA. 

VxVtlO/anch  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

I  DEARLY  love  a  little  child, 
And  Jesus  loved  young  children  too : 
He  ever  sweetly  on  them  smiled, 

And  placed  them  with  his  chosen  tew. 
When,  cradled  on  its  mother's  breast, 

A  babe  was  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
He  laid  his  hand  upon  its  head, 

And  bless'd  it  with  a  promise  sweet. 
2  «  Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  said, 

"  0  suffer  them  to  come  to  me  ! 
Of  such  my  heavenly  kingdom  is : 

Like  them  may  all  my  followers  be. 
Young  children  are  the  gems  of  earth, 

The  brightest  jewels  mothers  have  : 
They  sparkle  on  the  throbbing  breast, 

But  brighter  shine  beyond  the  grave. 


346  MISCELLANY. 


SECT.  Xm-MISCELLANI.      ■ 

KKC\  8,7,8,7,8,8.      t.  o.  summer* 

OtiU  Sabbath  Horning. 

SABBATH  morning !  Sabbath  morning! 
Welcome  Sabbath  morning  bright : 
Up  we  rise — we  need  no  warning — 

Glad  to  see  its  opening  light : 
Glad  to  see  the  sun  adorning 
With  his  beams  this  Sabbath  morning. 

2  Sabbath  morning !  Sabbath  morning! 

Hearts  so  blithe  and  eyes  so  bright ! 
Off  to  school — we  need  no  warning — 

Off  to  school  with  footsteps  light : 
Lessons  learning,  we're  adorning 
Our  young  minds  this  Sabbath  morning. 


551 


3,6. 
Come  to  Sunday-School. 

COME !  come!  come! 
Come  to  the  Sunday-school : 
The  hour  is  past  and  gone: 
It  is  our  teacher's  rule — 
So  hasten  every  one. 

2  Come !  come !  come ! 

Come  to  the  Sunday-school  : 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer : 

We  break  our  teacher's  rule — 
Sc  hasten,  hasten  there. 

3  Come!  come!  come! 
Come  to  the  Sunday-school : 

Hark  !  don't  you  hear  the  bell  ? 

I  will  not  break  the  rule — 
Bo,  lingering  child  I  farewelL 


MISCELLANY.  J  A? 

10,7,5. 
I'll  away  to  Sabbath-School. 

WHEN  the  morning  light  drives  awa"  *Jh« 
night, 
With  the  sun  so  hright  and  full, 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nh  •, 
I'll  away  to  Sabbath-school : 
For  'tis  there  we  all  agree, 
All  with  happy  hearts  and  free, 
And  I  love  to  early  be 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 

2  On  the  frosty  dawn  of  a  winter's  morn 
"When  the  earth  is  wrapp'd  in  snow, 

Or  the  summer  breeze  plays  around  the  i   c*», 
To  the  Sabbath-school  I  go: 
When  the  holy  day  has  come, 
And  the  Sabbath-breakers  roam, 
I  delight  to  leave  my  home 
For  the  Sabbath-school. 

3  In  the  class  I  meet  with  the  fries  «L  I  greet 
At  the  time  of  morning  prayer; 

And  oiir  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of  praise; 

For  'tis  always  pleasant  there  : 

In  the  book  of  holy  truth, 

Full  of  counsel  and  reproof, 

We  behold  the  guide  of  youth 

At  the  Sabbath-school. 

4  May  the  dews  of  grace  fill  the  hallow'd  place, 
And  the  sunshine  never  fail, 

While  each  blooming  rose  which  in  memory 
grows, 
Shall  a  sweet  perfume  exhale  : 
When  we  mingle  here  no  more, 
But  have  met  on  Jordan's  shore, 
We  will  talk  of  moments  o'er 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 


d-ih  MISCELLANY. 

XXQ  CM. 

OOD  Haste  to  the  School. 

WHEX  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light 
Begins  on  earth  to  dawn, 
We'll  wake  with  eyes  all  sparkling  bright, 
And  bid  dull  sloth  begone. 

Then  haste  to  the  school  away, 

And  keep  this  sacred  day: 
Yes,  haste  away — yes,  haste  away, 
And  keep  this  sacred  day. 

2  The  tuneful  birds  in  concert  meet, 
And  carol  sweet  their  lays  : 

In  nature's  temple  they  repeat 
Their  great  Creator's  praise. 

3  From  valley,  field,  and  mountain  air, 
They  pour  their  warbling  strains, 

And  in  one  chorus  loud  declare 
That  God  forever  reigns. 

4  Then  in  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 
That  consecrated  place, 

We'll  listen  to  God's  holy  word, 
And  seek  his  pardoning  grace. 

5  Then  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Our  song  to  God  we'll  raise, 

While  millions  more  with  us  rejoice, 
And  join  in  prayer  and  praise. 

ZZA  8,6. 

uul  Aicay  to  School. 

OUR  youthful  hearts  for  learning  burn- 
Away,  away  to  school : 
To  science  now  our  steps  we  turn — 

Away,  away  to  school. 

Farewell  to  home  and  all  its  charms, 

We  break  from  love's  paternal  arms, 

Away  to  school — away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 


MISCELLANY.  349 

2  Behold  a  happy  band  appears-  — 

Away,  away  to  school : 
The  shout  of  joy  now  fills  our  ears — 

Away,  away  to  school : 
The  voices  ring,  the  hands  they  wave, 
Each  heart  rebounds  with  vigour  brave- 
Away  to  school — away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 

3  No  more  we  walk,  no  more  we  play — 

Away,  away  to  school, 
In  study  now  we  spend  the  day— 

Away,  away  to  school. 
United  in  a  peaceful  band, 
"We're  join'd  in  heart  and  join'd  in  hand  : 
Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 

8s.  MRS.  MORGAN. 

Little  Child's  Prayer. 

OMAKB  me  a  very  good  child, 
My  Father  in  heaven,  I  ask : 
Ne'er  let  me  be  careless  or  wild, 
Or  consider  my  lessons  a  task. 

2  I'll  do  what  my  teachers  direct — 
My  gratitude  show  for  their  care, 

By  treating  their  rules  with  respect, 
And  walking  each  day  in  thy  fear. 

£  K  C\  7,6.  MAC  KELLAB, 

00\J  A  Thanksgiving. 

I  THANK  the  Lord  my  Maker 
For  all  his  love  to  me — 
For  making  me  partaker 

Of  bounties  rich  and  free — 
For  father  and  for  mother, 

Who  give  me  clothes  and  food— 
For  sister  and  for  brother, 
And  all  the  kind  and  good. 


K  t  MISCELLANY. 

a  I  thank  the  Lord  my  Saviour, 

Who  came  for  me  to  die, 
fro  bless  me  with  his  favour, 

And  fit  me  for  the  sky, — 
That  all  my  sins  out-blotted, 

By  Jesus  wash'd  away, 

1  may  be  found  unspotted 
When  comes  the  final  day. 

3  I  thank  the  Lord  for  giving 

The  Spirit  of  his  grace, 
That  I  may  serve  him  living, 

And  dying  reach  the  place 
Where  Jesus  in  his  glory 

I  shall  for  ever  see, 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  all  he  did  for  me. 

XZrf  CM.  WATTS, 

U  0  I     Gratitude  for  daily  Mercies. 

WHENE'ER  I  take  my  walks  abroad, 
How  many  poor  I  see  ! 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  gifts  to  me  ? 

2  Not  more  than  others  I  deserve, 
Yet  God  hath  given  me  more ; 

For  I  have  food  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3  How  many  children  in  the  street 
Half  naked  I  behold, 

While  I  am  clothed  from  head  to  feet, 
And  cover'd  from  the  cold! 

4  While  some  poor  wretches  scarce  can  tell 
Where  they  may  lay  their  head, 

I  have  a  home  wherein  to  dwell, 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

5  While  others  early  learn  to  swear, 
And  curse,  and  lie.  and  steal. 


MISCELLANY.  351 

Lord,  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 

And  do  thy  holy  will. 
6  Are  these  thy  favours  day  by  day, 

To  me  above  the  rest? 
Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  they, 

And  try  to  serve  thee  best. 

CM. 

God  sees,  hears,  and  knows  me. 

GOD  is  in  heaven — can  he  hear 
A  feeble  prayer  like  mine  ? 
Yes,  little  child — thou  need'st  not  fear: 
He  will  attend  to  thine. 

2  God  is  in  heaven — can  he  see 
When  I  am  doing  wrong  ? 

Yes,  that  he  can — he  looks  at  thee 
All  day  and  all  night  long. 

3  God  is  in  heaven — would  he  know 
If  I  should  tell  a  lie  ? 

Yes,  if  thou  said'st  it  very  low, 
He'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

4  God  is  in  heaven — can  I  go 
To  thank  him  for  his  care  ? 

Not  yet — but  love  him  here  below, 
And  thou  shalt  praise  him  there. 
KKQ  L.M. 

UVU  God  cares  for  Me. 

WHEN  I  look  up  to  yonder  sky, 
So  pure,  so  bright,  so  wondrous  high, 

1  think  of  One  I  cannot  see, 

But  One  who  sees  and  cares  for  me. 

2  His  name  is  God !  He  gave  me  birth, 
And  every  living  thing  on  earth ; 

And  every  tree  and  plant  that  grows, 
To  the  same  hand  its  being  owes. 

3  'Tis  he  my  daily  food  provides, 
And  all  that  I  require  besides ; 


352  MISCELLANY. 

And  when  I  close  my  slumbering  eye, 

1  sleep  in  peace,  for  he  is  nigh. 

4  Then  surely  I  should  ever  love 
This  gracious  God  who  reigns  above ; 
For  very  kind  indeed  is  he 
To  leve  a  little  child  like  me. 

KQC]  8,8,8,7. 

V\J\J  The  precious  Bible. 

WHAT  is  it  shows  my  soul  the  waj 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 
And  tells  the  danger  of  delay  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

2  What  teaches  me  I'm  bound  to  love 
The  glorious  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  that  I  may  his  goodness  prove  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

3  What  tells  me  that  I  soon  must  die, 
And  to  the  throne  of  judgment  fly, 
To  meet  the  great  Jehovah's  eye  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

4  0  may  this  treasure  ever  be 
The  best  of  all  on  earth  to  me, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see 

In  this  the  precious  Bible. 

££1  CM.  iroRSia. 

V  0  1  My  Mother's  Bible. 

THIS  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now  : 
Tears  will  unbidden  start — 
With  faltering  lip  and  throbbing  brow 

I  press  it  to  my  heart. 
For  many  generations  past, 

Here  is  our  family  tree  : 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp'd— 

She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 
2  Ah  !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear  — 


MISCELLANY.  353 

Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  close 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said— 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill : 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  living  still. 

3  My  father  read  this  holy  book 
To  brothers,  sisters  dear : 

How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 
Who  lean'd  God's  word  to  hear. 

Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 

What  thronging  memories  come  ! — 

Again  that  little  group  is  met 
Within  the  halls  of  home. 

4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 
Thy  constancy  I've  tried; 

Where  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  tras-e 

My  counsellor  and  guide ! 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy: 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 

0  0  li  The  Good  Shepherd. 

SHEPHERD,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding^ 
Take  these  lambs 
In  thy  arms, 
Now  for  shelter  pleading. 

2  While  the  storms  of  life  are  lowering, 

Night  and  day, 
Beasts  of  prey 
Are  lurking  and  devouring. 

3  Thee  our  guide  and  guard  confessing 

Night  and  day, 
Still  we  pray, 
Shield  us  with  thy  blessing. 


854  MISCELLANY. 

4  Shepherd,  every  grace  combining, 
Keep  these  lambs 
In  thy  arms, 
On  thy  breast  reclining. 

6,5. 
God  is  good. 

MORN  amid  the  mountains, 
Lovely  solitude, 
Gushing  streams  and  fountains, 
Murmur  God  is  good. 

2  Now  the  glad  sun,  breaking, 
Pours  a  golden  flood : 

Deepest  vales  awaking, 
Echo  God  is  good. 

3  Hymns  of  praise  are  ringing 
Through  the  leafy  wood  : 

Songsters,  sweetly  singing, 
Warble  God  is  good. 

4  Wake,  and  join  the  chorus, 
Man,  with  soul  endued : 

He  whose  smile  is  o'er  us, 
God,  our  God,  is  good. 

5u4  Little  'Things. 

LITTLE  drops  of  water, 
Little  grains  of  sand, 
Make  the  mighty  ocean 
And  the  pleasant  land. 

2  Thus  the  little  minutes, 
Humble  though  they  b«5 

Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

3  Thus  our  little  errors 
Lead  the  soul  away 

From  the  path  of  virtue? 
Off  in  sin  to  stray. 


MISCELLANY.  355 

4  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  words  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 

Like  the  heaven  above. 

KQK  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

ODO  Love. 

HOW  I  love  my  tender  mother! 
How  I  love  my  father  dear  ! 
How  I  love  my  little  brother, 
And  my  gentle  sister  here  ! 
They  are  all  both  kind  and  true, 
And  they  dearly  love  me  too. 

2  Be  my  neighbour  proud  or  lowly, 
He  shall  my  affection  share : 

Be  he  sinful,  be  he  holy, 

He  may  claim  my  earnest  prayer : 
Let  me  not  unfeeling  prove, 
Nor  myself  too  dearly  love. 

3  But  of  all  affection  given, 

God  on  high  demands  the  most : 
God  the  Father  in  the  heaven, 

God  the  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Be  thou  all  in  all  to  me. 

7,7,7,7,7.7.         JANE  TAYLOR. 

The  Lily  of  the  Valley. 

COME,  my  love,  and  do  not  spurn 
From  a  little  flower  to  learn : 
See  the  lily  on  the  bed, 
Hanging  down  its  modest  head, 
While  it  scarcely  can  be  seen^ 
Folded  in  its  leaf  of  green. 
2  Yet  we  love  the  lily  well, 
For  its  sweet  and  pleasant  smell; 
And  would  rather  call  it  ours, 
Than  some  other  gayer  flowers : 


356  MISCELLANY. 

Pretty  lilies  seem  to  be 
Emblems  of  humility. 

3  Come,  my  love,  and  do  not  spurn 
From  a  little  flower  to  learn : 

Let  your  temper  be  as  sweet 
As  the  lily  at  your  feet : 
Be  as  gentle,  be  as  mild : 
Be  a  modest,  simple  child. 

4  "lis  not  beauty  that  we  prize : 
Like  a  summer  flower  it  dies  : 
But  humility  will  last, 

Fair  and  sweet  when  beauty's  past: 
And  the  Saviour  from  above 
Views  an  humble  child  with  love. 

K&rf  8,7,8,4.  j.  cross. 

WU  I  Far,  far  from  Home. 

STAB  of  Peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 
Gleaming  through  the  stormy  gloom, 
Cheer  the  pilgrim's  vision  dreary, 
Far — far  from  home. 

2  Star  of  Love,  our  spirits  lighting, 
Bless  the  desert  land  we  roam, 

Heart  with  kindred  heart  uniting, 
Far — far  from  home. 

3  Star  of  Faith,  in  thee  confiding, 
All  our  fears  are  overcome, 

On  the  waves  securely  riding, 
Far — far  from  home. 

4  Star  of  Hope,  to  mortals  wailing 
O'er  the  dark  and  dismal  tomb, 

Shine  when  earth  and  flesh  are  failing, 
Far — far  from  home. 

5  Star  Divine,  thy  beam  shall  guide  us, 
Till  with  joy  the  ransom'd  come, 

Where  no  fate  shall  e'er  divide  us, 
Safe — safe  at  home  ! 


MISCELLANY.  357 

KGQ  9,8.  HUNTER. 

VVO  My  Father-Land. 

rPHERE  is  a  place  where  niy  hopes  are  stay'd, 
X   My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there — 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land. 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore; 
Come,  favour  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell — 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode  : 

The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell — 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
Who  suffer' d  and  worshipp'd  with  me : 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live 
When  life  and  its  labours  are  o'er — 

A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

0U«7  Home. 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints ! 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory ,  my  hornet 

2  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day: 
In  all  my  afflictions,  to  thee  I  would  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 


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358  MISCELLANY. 

3  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  0  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face  : 
Let  light  from  thy  presence  disperse  all  my 

gloom, 
And  give  me,  e'en  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

4  I  long,  gracious  Lord,  in  thy  presence  to 

shine — 
No  more,  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine ; 
But  in  thy  blest  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

C.  M. 
Children  in  Heaven. 

ABOUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand — 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory. 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  ? 
How  came  those  children  there, 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory  ? 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 
To  wash  away  their  sin  : 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean, 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory. 

4  On  earth  they  sought  their  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 

Bo  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory. 


OPENING   AND   CLOSING.       359 

SECT.  XIV.-OPENING  AND  CLOSING. 

f(rV1  CM.  C.  WESLEY. 

tl  I  1  Opening  School. 

STILL  let  us  keep  the  end  in  mind 
For  which  we  hither  came, 
In  search  of  useful  knowledge  join'd 
As  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

2  Through  him  let  us  to  God  look  up 
In  every  step  we  take ; 

And  for  his  constant  blessing  hope, 
For  Jesus'  only  sake. 

3  His  grace  if  God  on  us  confer, 
We  then  shall  learn  apace  : 

Live  to  his  glory,  and  declare 
Our  heavenly  Teacher's  praise. 

4  We  in  his  favour  shall  retrieve 
Our  long-lost  paradise : 

Take  of  the  tree  of  life,  and  live 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


572 


Imploring  a 

ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
0  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore : 
We  meet  to  read,  and  sing,  and  pray — 
Be  with  us,  then,  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends, 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends, 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship*  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 


360       OPENING  AND   CLOSING. 

xryq  c.  m. 

U  1  f)    Praying  for  God's  Blessing. 

HERE,  Lord,  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
In  Christ's  prevailing  name, 
Behold  a  band  of  children  meet, 
Their  Father's  love  to  claim. 

2  Our  foolish  hearts,  alas  !  are  slow 
To  understand  thy  way  : 

0  teach  us,  Lord,  thy  will  to  know, 
And  help  us  to  obey. 

3  Kind  are  the  friends  who  bring  us  heie 
To  learn  thy  holy  word  ; 

But  vain  is  all  their  toil  and  care, 
Without  thy  blessing,  Lord. 

4  Fulfil  their  hopes :  thy  grace  display 
In  every  youthful  mind; 

And  while  they  guide  us  in  thy  way, 
Let  them  a  blessing  find. 

K^jfA  C.  M.  SIGOURNEY. 

y|l       Imploring  God's  Blessing. 

ADMITTED  where  thy  truths  are  taugnt, 
While  pious  hearts  adore  : 
Father  in  heaven !  my  spirit  ought 
Thy  blessing  to  implore. 

2  Instruct  my  ignorance,  I  pray : 
My  wayward  passions  tame : 

From  every  folly  guard  my  way, 
From  every  sin  reclaim. 

3  With  humble  awe  thy  power  I  see, 
Thy  boundless  mercy  sing, 

Few  words  become  a  child  like  me 
Before  so  great  a  King. 

4  Teach  me  thy  precepts  to  fulfil, 
To  trust  in  him  who  died, 

To  yield  submission  to  his  will, 
For  all  is  vain  beside. 


OPENING  AND   CLOSING.       361 

KHfK  S.  M.  MONTGOMERY, 

0  I  V      For  Peace  and  Prosperity. 

WITHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 
Love  through  our  borders  found : 
In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

2  God  scorns  not  humble  things  : 
Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 

The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 
Are  training  for  the  skies. 

3  May  none  who  thus  are  taught 
From  glory  be  cast  down, 

But  all  through  faith  and  patience  brought 
To  an  immortal  crown. 

rffR  C.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

O  t  \)        School  Privileges  prized. 

THOU  art  our  Shepherd,  gracious  God : 
Thy  little  flock  behold ; 
And  guide  us  by  thy  staff  and  rod, 
The  children  of  thy  fold. 

2  We  praise  thy  name  that  we  are  brought 
To  this  delightful  place  ; 

Where  we  are  watch'd,  and  warn'd,  and  taught, 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

3  0  may  our  friends  who  meet  us  hsre, 
Meet  us  at  last  above, 

And  they  and  we  in  heaven  appear, 
The  children  of  thy  love. 

K^/iy  C.  M.  C.  WESLEY, 

0  i    I  Closing  School. 

JESUS,  we  cast  ourselves  on  thee, 
On  thee  our  works  we  cast : 
The  Alpha  and  Omega  be 
In  all,  the  first  and  last. 
2  If  well  we  any  thing  have  done, 
'Tis  owing  to  thy  grace : 


362       OPENING   AND    CLOSING. 

What  therefore  we  with  prayer  begun, 
We  now  conclude  with  praise. 

3  We  praise  thee  for  our  teachers'  care, 
To  us  poor  children  show'd  : 

If  forward  brought  to-day  we  are, 
It  is  the  gift  of  God. 

4  We  praise  thee  for  our  hope  to  know    ' 
The  wisdom  from  above, 

And  own  that  all  our  blessings  flow 
From  thy  redeeming  love. 
K^fQ  7s.  NEWTOH. 

0  I  O  Closing  School. 

FOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 

Let  thy  mere}',  and  thy  care, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  What  we  each  have  now  been  taught, 
Let  our  memories  retain  : 

May  we,  if  we  live,  be  brought 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  instruction  bless, 

■   Songs  of  praises  shall  be  given  : 
We'll  our  thankfulness  express, 
Here  on  earth  and  when  in  heaven. 

P^rYQ  L.  M.  EDMESTOS, 

0  I  V  Closing  School. 

ETERNAL  Father,  God  of  grace  ! 
Who  dwellest  in  this  holy  place, 
Hear  us,  0  hear  us,  while  we  pray, 
And  send  us  not  unblest  away  ! 
2  Look  on  us  now,  and  bless  us  here : 
We  fain  would  worship  in  thy  fear : 


OPENING   AND    CLOSING.       363 

0  be  thy  shadow  round  us  spread, 
0  be  thy  Spirit  on  us  shed. 

3  Not  many  years  our  feet  have  run, 
Yet  hast  thou  watch' d  thera  every  one : 
May  all  our  future  years  be  bright 
With  beams  of  heavenly  love  and  light. 

4  In  life,  and  when  we  come  to  die, 
Be  thou  our  guardian  ever  nigh  ; 
And  may  the  pang  that  sets  us  free 
Waft  every  spirit  home  to  thee  ! 

KQCi  CM.  EDMESTON. 

00\J  Closing  School. 

AND  now  another  hour  is  past, 
Of  kind  instruction  given; 
And  this,  perhaps,  may  be  the  last 
On  this  side  hell  or  heaven. 

2  And  is  it  so  ?     How  dread  the  thought, 
And  yet  indeed  how  true  ! 

If  I  could  feel  it  as  I  ought, 
This  day,  what  should  I  do? 

3  0  surely  prize  it  more  and  more, 
And  pray  that  God  would  give 

A  death  of  gain,  if  life  be  o'er, 
And  blessing,  if  I  live. 

^81  C-M- 

OO  1         From  School  to  Church. 

NOW,  children,  to  God's  house  repair, 
And  with  the  holy  throng 
0  give  your  hearts  to  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Praise  God,  whose  mercies  brought  you  here; 
Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still: 

Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can  cheer 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have  gain'd 
To  do  his  holy  will : 


364       OPENING   AND    CLOSING. 

Improve  the  knowledge  here  attain'd, 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 

4  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say, 
You  served  your  God  for  naught : 

But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

S.  M.  HART. 

Parting. 

ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart — 
Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 

2  May  we  receive  his  word, 

And  feed  thereon  and  grow: 
Go  on  to  seek,  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  we  know. 

;OQ  6,6,6,6,8,8.  newtoh. 

'OO  Parting. 

ON  what  has  now  been  sown, 
Thy  blessing,  Lord,  bestow  : 
The  power  is  thine  alone 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow  : 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise, 
And  thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise. 


7,7,3. 
Part  in  peace. 


584 

PART  in  peace  ! — Christ's  life  was  peace : 
Let  us  breathe  our  breath  in  him. 
Part  in  peace! — Christ's  death  was  peace: 

Let  us  die  our  death  in  him. 
Part  in  peace  ! — Christ  promise  gave 
Of  a  life  beyond  the  grave, 
Where  all  mortal  partings  cease — 
Par'*  in  peace ! 


OPENING  AND   CLOSING.        365 

KQK  7,7,7,7,7,7. 

OOO    When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 

WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parcb'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid— 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


586 


When  shall  toe  meet  again? 

WHEN  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chais. 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  the  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  da^k  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no,  never ! 
2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  for  ever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 


366       OPENING  AND    CLOSING. 

And  fears  of  parting  chill — 
Never — no,  never ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour : 

May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
"Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again — 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  : 

Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever : 
Our  hearts  shall  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  ! 

7,7,6.  MRS.  DANA. 

We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

WE  shall  meet  no  more  to  part — 
Cease  thy  sorrows,  mourning  heart, 
Weary  days  will  soon  depart — 
Then  we  may  rest  for  ever ! 
When  the  work  of  life  is  done, 
When  the  victor's  crown  is  won, 
Then,  immortal  life  begun, 
We  no  more  shall  sever. 

We  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part : 
Cease  thy  sor rotes,  mourning  heart! 
Weary  days  will  soon  depart — 
Then  we  may  rest  for  ever  ! 

2  In  the  home  of  peace  and  bliss, 
In  the  world  where  Jesus  is, 
When  we  bid  adieu  to  this, 
Then  we  may  love  for  ever ! 


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OPENING  AND    CLOSING.        367 

Purified  from  every  staia 
Through  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Brethren,  we  shall  meet  again, 
And  be  parted  never ! 

p;qq  cm. 

UOO  Meet  to  part  no  more. 

HOW  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
In  fellowship  of  love  ! 
And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

0  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 

0  that  will  be  joyful! 

To  meet  to  part  no  more — 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 

And  sing  the  everlasting  song 

With  those  who've  gone  before. 

2  Yes,  happy  thought !  when  we  are  free 
From  earthly  grief  and  pain, 

In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. 

3  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord 
Shall  hail  their  teachers  there ; 

And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 

4  Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 
Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways : 

That  we,  with  those  we  love,  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise ! 
P\QQ  8,7,8,7,8,8,7,7.     Montgomery, 

00  O  "The  peace  of  God." 

PEACE  that  passeth  understanding, 
Peace  to  calm  the  bosom's  strife, 
Peace  the  winds  and  waves  commanding, 

On  the  stormy  sea  of  life  : 
Peace  the  wounded  spirit  healing, 
Peace  tho  love  of  Christ  revealing, 


368        OPENING  AND    CLOSING. 

Peace,  0  God  !  thy  peace  impart : 

Thou  of  peace  the  author  art. 

2  Peace  to  keep  our  minds  for  ever 

In  thy  faith,  thy  fear,  thy  way — 
Peace  to  keep  our  hearts,  that  never 

Thought,  desire,  or  feeling  stray — 
Peace  to  soothe  in  every  trial, 
Peace  to  soften  self-denial, 
Peace  our  daily  cross  to  take, 
Grant  us,  for  our  Saviour's  sake. 

KQ[\  8,7.  NEWTOM 

UO\J  2  Cor.  xiii.  14 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  houndless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  in  the  Lord ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

ul/l  Dtsmtsston. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Bid  us  now  depart  in  peace; 
Still  on  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase : 
Fill  each  breast  with  consolation — 

Up  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise : 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station, 
Then  we'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

8,6.  SWEETNER 

Hallelujah  Chorus. 

SING  Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord ! 
Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice  : 
Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice: 


OPENING  AND   CLOSING.       369 

Ne'er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransom'd  host, — 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 
Until,  in  realms  of  endless  light, 

Your  praises  shall  unite. 
There  we  to  all  eternity 

Shall  join  the  angelic  lays; 
And  sing,  in  perfect  harmony, 

To  God  our  Saviour's  praise : 
"  He  hath  redeem'd  us  by  his  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
For  us,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

Praise  ye  the  Lord !  Amen. 

(Bona  $  atrf." 
593  L-M- 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host- 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

C.  M.  WATTS. 


594 


NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


S.  M.  WATTS 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
5e  equal  honour  done. 

Ovb  Is-  C.  WESLET. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


370       OPENING   AND    CLOSING. 

597  6,6,6,6,8,8.  watts. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise : 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  While  faith  adores. 

598  8>8,6,  MERRICK. 

ALL  glory  to  the  eternal  Three  ! — 
Thee,  Father— thee,  0  Son,  and  thee, 
The  Spirit  ever  blest ! 
That  glory  which,  through  ages  past, 
Unchanged  has  stood,  and  yet  shall  last 
When  time  has  sunk  to  rest. 

r)99  8'8'8,  T.  0.  SUMMERS. 

GLORY  to  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One : 
Glory  ascribe  to  God  alone. 
Glory  to  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
As  'twas  when  nature  sprang  from  thee, 
Is  now,  and  shall  for  ever  be. 


7,6.  T.  O.  SUMMER* 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
One  God  in  Persons  Three, 
Equal  in  power  and  merit, 

Eternal  praises  be : 
To  him,  in  splendour  reigning, 

Be  now  all  glory  given, 

As  'twas  in  the  beginning, 

So  evermore  in  heaven. 


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A  charge  to  keep  I.. ..147 
A  children's  temple... 294 
A  mourning  class,  a. ..171 

A  penny  is  a  little 266 

A  poor  wayfaring  manl48 

A  thousand  oracles 7 

A  year,  another  year.307 

Abash'd  be  all  the 248 

Admitted  where  thy..360 
Again,  0  Lord,  I  ope..323 
Again  the  kind  revolv  297 
Alas!  anddidmySav.103 
All  glory  to  th'eternal  370 
All  hail  the  power  of... 39 
All  praise  to  thee,  my .334 
Almighty  Father,  God..94 
Almighty  God,  I'm.. ..343 
AlmightyGod,  thy  pier.94 
Almighty  God,  thywo.314 
Amazing  grace !  how..l60 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the.. 140 

Among  the  deepest 93 

And  am  I  born  to  die.178 
And  can  I  yet  delay...  101 

And  let  this  feeble 192 

And  must  I  be  to 180 

And  now  another  day.328 

And  now  another 363 

And  will  the  judge  de».84 
Angels  that  high  in... 206 
Approach,  my  soul.... 105 


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Arise  and  shine,  your .270 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise..H4 
Around  the  throne  of.358 
As  bowed  by  sudden.,171 
As  Jesus  his  disciples.237 

Asleep  in  Jesus 166 

Assembled  in  our 359 

At  evening  to  rayself..335 
At  once  upon  ten  tho.315 
At  the  golden  rise  of..327 
Attracted  by  love's.. ..310 
Author  of  faith,  we.... 318 
Awake,  my  soul,  and..321 
Awake,  my  soul,  stret.139 

Baptized  into  thy  nam.63 
Baptized  into  your  Sav.63 
Be  it  my  only  wisdom.143 
Be  thou  exalted,  O  my.20 
BeforeJehovah's  awful  21 

Begone,  unbelief. 157 

Behold  a  stranger  at... 82 
Behold  the  Saviour  of..29 
Behold  what  wondro..H4 
Beneath  our  feet  and.162 
Beset  with  snares  on„151 
Beside  the  gospel  pool.101 
Beyond  the  glittering...40 
Bless'd  are  the  sons... 339 
Bless'd  be  the  wisdom..41 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet... 74 
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Bread  of  heaven,  on.. ..64 
Bread  of  the  world,  in.. 64 
Brightest  and  hest  of...25 

Burst,  ye  emerald 191 

By  cool  Siloain's  sha...246 

Call'd  from  above,  I...  .34 
Calm  on  the  bosom....  177 
Can  I,  a  little  child.... 267 
Captain  of  our  salva..293 
Cease  here  longer  to...344 

Celestial  Dove 51 

Childhood  and  youth.308 
Children,  join  with.. ..257 
Children  of  Jerusalem258 
Children  of  the  heav..l38 
Christ  is  merciful  and..27 
Come,  children,  'tis....203 
Come!  come!  come!. ..346 

Come,  Father,  Son 292 

Come,  gracious  Spirit.. .49 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,our..49 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  co...51 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  hea.52 
Come,  humble  sinner.. 80 
Come,  join  our  celebr.276 
Come,  join  the  festive  2*2 
Come,  let  our  voices...274 

Come,  let  us  anew 306 

Come,  let  us  embrace.236 
Come,  let  us  gladly  sing  86 
Come,  let  us  join  our  ch.47 
Come,  let  us  join  our.195 
Come,  let  us  join  the..239 
Come,  let  us  join  with.  65 
Come,  let  us  now  for.. 222 
Come,  my  fond  flutter ..97 
Come,  my  love,  and. ..355 

Come,  my  soul,  thy 99 

Come  on,  my  partners  161 
Come,  said  Jesus'  sacr..77 
Come,  Saviour,  Jesus.136 
Come,  sinners,  to  the. ..75 
Come,  sound  his  prai.221 


I  Pag* 

|  Come,  thou  almi<rhty....8- 

!  Come,  thou  Fount  of..l21 

|  Come,  ye  disconsolate..83 

j  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor .76 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  128 

Come,ye  that  love  the  S.40 

Come,  youthful  sinne.203 

Could  I  so  ungrateful.342 

Creator,  Saviour,  God.316 

Daniel's  wisdom  may .252 
Day  by  daythe  manna  155 
Dear  partner  of  our  h..293 
Death  has  been  here.. 172 
Delay  not,  delay  not.. ..87 

Depth  of  mercy Ill 

Do  not  I  love  thee 119 

Ere  I  sleep,  for  every.332 
Eternal  Being,  source.313 
Eternal  Father.Godof.362 
Eternal  Spirit,we  conf..48 
Except  the  Lord  con..311 

Fain,  0  my  child,  I'd..338 

Farewell,  brother 169 

Fast  flow,  my  tears 92 

Father,  I  dare  believe.109 
Father,  I  know  that...l54 
Father,  I  stretch  my.. 103 
Father,  I  wait  before..l09 
Fatherof  mercies.hear315 
Father  of  meTcies,hear297 
Father  of  mercies,  bow.58 
Father  of  mercies,  in. .220 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy .135 
Father,-whate"er  of... ..159 
For  a  season  call'd  to  362 
I  For  ever  here  my  rest.133 
Foreverwitb  theLord.197 

Friend  aftei  friend 168 

From  all  thai  owell...26G 
From  every  4t/->riny....l46 
From  Greenland's  icy .265 


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Page 
Gentiles  by  nature,  we.t>2 
Gentle  Jesus,  meek.. ..235 
Giye  to  the  Father.... .369 
Glad  was  my  heart  to. ..54 
Glory  to  God.the  Fath.370 
Go,  thou  in  life's  fair..204 
Go  to  thy  rest,mychildl75 

God  is  in  heaven 351 

God  made  the  world.. ..14 
God  o'er  all  supreme..315 
God  of  almighty  love..l47 

God  of  the  young 290 

God  of  union,  God  of..313 

Grace  is  a  plant...". 201 

Grace!  'tis  a  charming..42 
Gracious  Redeemer....  144 
Great  Father  on  high.231 
Great  God,  and  wilt.. .232 
Great  God,  to  thee  my.221 
Great  God,  with  won.. 21 8 
Guide  me,  0  thou 137 

Hail.  Father,  Son,  and...9 
Hail,  Great  Creator.... 2S5 
Hail,  lovely  appear.... 303 
Hail,  my  ever-blessed.113 
Hail,  thou  once  despis.SS 
Hallow'd  be  this  hum.295 
Happybeyond  descrip.245 
Happy  man  whom  God.15 
Happy  Samuel!  toGod251 

Happy  the  child 243 

Happy  the  heart 120 

Happy  the  man  that..l26 

Happy  the  souls  to 56 

Hark!  from  the  tombsl63 
Hark !  my  soul,  it  is...H8 
Hark!  ten  thousand.... 39 
Hark !  the  glad  sound.24 

Hark!  the  herald 24 

Hark!  the  song  of.....273 
Hark!  the  voice  of  love.30 
Hark!  to  the  solemn,.176 
Hasten,  Lord,  the 263 


Page 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be.. .85 
He  dies,  the  Friend  of..36 
Head  of  the  church...l41 
Hear  what  the  voice...l66 
Hear  ye  my  law,  my..290 
Heavenly  Father,look343 
Help,  Lord,  to  whom..l45 
Help  us  to  help  each... 57 
Here,  graoious  God.... 311 
Here,  like  the  birds.. .287 
Here,  Lord,before  thy  .360 

Holy  Bible!  book 217 

Holy  Child  of  heaven.209 
Hosanna  be  the  child.280 

Hosanna  to  Him 253 

Hosanna  to  King 256 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince256 
Hosanna  to  the  Son... 256 

How  beauteous  are 57 

How  can  a  sinner 115 

How  doth  the  little.. .226 
How  dreadful,  Lord. ..183 
How  firm  a  founda....l58 
How  glorious  is  our....  10 
How  happy  are  the. ..116 
How  happy  are  they.,127 

How  happy  every 194 

How  I  love  my  tender.355 
How  large  the  promise.60 
How  long  sometimes..l97 
How  lost  was  my  con...79 
How  pleasant  thus  to.367 
How  sad  our  state  by .102 

How  serious  is  the 309 

How  shall  the  young.215 
How  sweet  is  the  fra..279 
How  sweet  is  the  Sab..67 
How  sweetly  flow'd  the.27 
How  tedious  and  taste.123 
Hungry,  and  faint,  and99 
Hush,  little  Christian.205 

I  dearly  love  a  little...345 
I  know  that  my  Be 43 


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Page 
I  leave  the  world  with.97 
I  love  the  volumes  of.214 

I  love  thy  kingdom 54 

I  love  to  steal  awhile.334 

I  sing  th'  almighty 13 

I  thank  the  Lord,  my .349 
I  thank  the  Lord.who.343 
I  thank  thee,  Lord.for.326 
I  think  when  I  read.. .238 
I  thirst;  hut  not  as. ..124 

I  want  a  principle 143 

I  would  not  live  alw„190 
Idle  hoys  and  men  are.226 

If  Jesus  Christ  was 95 

I'll  praise  my  Maker. ..22 

In  evil  long  I  took 108 

In  God's  own  house... 208 
In  the  soft  season  of...l99 
Israel,  in  ancient  days.32 
It  is  not  earthly  plea.245 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  261 
Jerusalem,  my  happy .189 
Jesus.and  shall  it  everl22 
Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  249 
Jesus,  great  Shepherd..56 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  char..46 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  havel52 
Jesus,  let  thy  pitying.. 89 
Jesus,lover  of  my  soul  104 
Jesus,  my  all,  to  heav.106 
Jesus,  my  truth,  my..H6 

Jesus  shall  reign 260 

Jesus,  tender  Shep 332 

Jesus,  the  name  high...59 
Jesus,we  cast  ourselv.361 
Just  as  I  am,  without.106 

Lahorers  of  Christ 150 

Let  children  hear  the.308 
Let  children  proclaim  254 

Let  children  that 208 

Let  dogs  delight  to 209 

Let  earth  and  heaven..44 


Pag* 
Let  every  heart  rejoice301 
Let  every  mortal  ear... 75 
Let  worldly  minds  the  126 
Life  is  a  span,  a  fleet..l75 
Little  drops  of  water.,354 
Little  rain-drops  fill. ..268 
Little  travellers  Zion.184 
Lo !  at  noon  'tis  sudden.30 
Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  .17  7 

Lo!  what  an  enter 320 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with.368 
Lord,  how  delightful. ..71 
Lord,  I  ascribe  it  to. ..220 
Lord,  I  believe  a  rest.132 
Lord,  I  have  dared  to.230 
Lord,  Iwould  own  thy  239 
Lord,  if  thou  the  gracel42 
Lord,  in  the  morning... 69 
Lord  Jesus  Christthe  312 
Lord,  in  the  strength.136 
Lord,  keep  my  heart..213 

Lord  of  the  harvest 59 

Lord  of  the  worlds 53 

Lord,  teach  a  little.... 231 
Lord,  teach  me  how. ..230 
Lord,  thou  hast  search.22 
Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant.... 53 
Lord,  we  are  spared... 277 
Lord,  we  are  vile  con... 91 
Love  Divine !  all  loves  134 

Love  God  with  all 214 

Love  is  the  theme  of..  319 
Lover  of  little  child... 236 
Loving  Jesus,  gentle..249 

Majestic  sweetness  sits.45 
Many  voices  seem  to..223 
May  I  resolve  with  all.96 
May  I  tlumighout  this.70 

May  the  grace  of. 368 

May  we  who  teach—. .313 

Mercy,  descending 309 

Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of... 80 
Mid  scenes  of  confu...357 


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Mighty  God,  while 44 

Millions  there  are  on. 264 
Morn  amid  the  moun.354 
Mortals,  awake  with. ..'25 
Mourn  for  the  thous..302 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  28 
My  faith  looks  up  to..l07 
My  Father  and  my.... 241 
My  Father,  I  thank. ..326 
My  father,  my  mother342 
My  God,  beneath  thy .324 
Mv  God,  I  am  thine...l28 
My  God,  I  love  and  I...12 
My  God,  my  life,  my.. .130 
My  God,  my  portion...  131 
My  God,  permit  me.. ..335 
My  God,  the  spring. ...130 
My  God,thy  boundless  15 
My  God,  who  mak'st...322 

My  Saviour,  my 139 

My  son,  know  thou.... 198 
My  soul,  with  all  thy..l51 

New  every  morning...325 
Not  all  the  blood  of....  31 

Now  be  the  gospel 271 

Now,  children,  to 363 

Now  in  the  heatof.....200 

Now  let  a  true 201 

Now  let  the  Father.. ..369 
Now  that  my  journey. 240 
Now  that  the  sun  is...322 

0  Christian  love,  be.. .299 
0  come  and  dwell  in...l34 
0  come,  let  us  raise... 255 
0  come,  let  us  sing.. ..278 

0  Father  of  all 296 

0  Father, we  approach  205 

O  for  a  closer  walk 110 

O  for  a  thousand 112 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise.,133 

0  garden  of  Olivet 28 

0  God  of  Abraham 154 


Pag* 

0  God.  our  help  in 162 

0  God,  we  praise  thee..  1Q 

0  happy  day  that 65 

0  happy  is  the  man. ..244 
0  how  can  they  look..299 
0  in  the  morn  of  life..200 
0  love  divine!  how.. ..109 

O  make  me  a  very 349 

O  sweet  as  vernal  dew  339 
O  that  I  could  repent.  89 
0  that  I,  like  Timothy  216 
0  that  my  load  of  sin  131 

O  that  the  Lord 98 

O  thou  God  of  my 120 

0  thou  that  would'st..l79 
0  thou,  the  helpless. ..242 

O 'tis  a  folly  and  a 225 

0  'tis  a  lovely  thing...212 
0  'tis  good  when  all. ..320 
0  what  a  blessed  hope  195 

O  what  hath  Jesus 193 

0  where  shall  rest  be.179 

Object  of  my  first 125 

Of  all  the  gifts  thy 112 

On  Jordan's  stormy. ..188 
Once  more,  my  soul. ..321 

On  what  has  now 364 

Once  more,  before  we..364 
Once  was  heard  the.. .259 

One  God  I  must 213 

One  there  is  above 46 

Our  blessed  Redeemer  48 
Our  Father  in  heaven  99 

Our  Lord  is  risen 37 

Our  schools  are 282 

Our  tongues  were 207 

Our  youthful  hearts  ..348 

Part  in  peace 364 

Peace  that  passeth 367 

People  of  the  living...  55 

Poor  and  needy 17 

Praise  God,  from 369 

Praise  the  high,  the...  11 


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Praise  the  Saviour 2*38 

Prayer  is  the  soul's.... 145 
Pure  are  the  joys 211 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the.... 273 
Religion  is  the  chief.. .247 

Remember  thy *199 

Rest  from  thy  labors..l70 
Return,  0  wanderer...  83 

Rise,  my  soul,  and 137 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for..  33 

Sabbath  morning! 346 

Safely  through 67 

Salvation!  U  the 42 

Saviour,  breathe  an... 330 
Saviour,  when  in  dust  91 

Saviour,  while  thy 310 

Saviour,  who  thy 317 

Say,  sinner,  h:ith  a....  88 
See  how  the  morning  324 

See  Israeli  gentle 61 

See  that  heathen 263 

See  the  leaves 304 

Shall  I,  amidst  a 96 

Shepherd  of  tender.... 3 17 
Shepherd,  who  thy.... 353 

Show  pity.  Lord,  0 90 

Sin  has  a  thousand....  84 
Since  o'er  thy  footstool  12 

Sing  Hallelujah! 308 

Sing  praise:  the 35 

Sing  we  to  our  God.. ..369 

Sinner  come,  'mid 81 

Sinners  turn,  why 82 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild.168 

Soldiers  of  Christ 141 

Soon  as  I  heard  my. ..240 

Source  of  life  and 331 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy...lo0 
Spirit  of  faith,  come...  50 

Star  of  peace  to 356 

Still  let  us  keep  the. ..359 
Stretch,  O  my  soul 271 


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Strive,  for  the  way  is..  202 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  69 
Sweet  it  is  to  see  a 210 

Teacher,  guide  of. 236 

The  Bible!  the  Bible.. 288 

The  call  to  China 266 

The  chariot!  the 181 

The  day  is  past  and. ..329 

The  daylight  fades 328 

The  day  of  wrath 182 

The  freshly  blooming.285 
The  God  of  Abrah'm...  17 

The  God  of  heaven 340 

The  gods  that  gave  us  205 

The  grace  of  Jesus 281 

The  heathen  perish!. .265 
The  Judge  of  all  shall.  41 
The  King  of  heaven...  63 

The  leaves  around 165 

The  Jight  of  Sabbath..  72 
The  Lord  commands...208 
The  Lord  my  pasture..  19 
The  Lord  of  Sabbath..  34 
The  man  of  sorrow....  28 

The  mellow  eve  is 331 

The  morning  bright...327 
The  morning  flowers..l73 

The  praises  of  my 217 

The  rose-bud  yet 164 

The  Sabbath  of  the....  72 

The  spacious 19 

The  sun  has  gone  to...330 
The  Sunday-school !  ...287 

The  voice  of  free 78 

Thee,  Jesus,  the  Son..253 
There  is  a  fountain....  33 

There  is  a  glorious 186 

There  is  a  God  that... .222 
There  is  a  happy  land.187 

There  is  a  land  of. 1S8 

There  is  an  hour  of...lS5 
There  is  a  path  that...l38 
There  is  a  place 357 


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Ther«  is  a  stream 215 

There  is  beyond  the...lS3 
Thine  earthly  Sabbath  73 

Think,  Oye  who 167 

This  book  is  all  that's.352 
This  day  belongs  to...  68 

This  is  a  precious 216 

This  is  the  day  the....  70 
This  is  the  day  when..  66 
This  is  the  field  where  219 
This,  this  is  the  God...  18 
This  year  is  just  going  305 

Thou  art  our  Shep 361 

Thou  Father  of  the.... 298 
Thouhidden  love  of.. .122 

Thou  Shepherd  of. 123 

Thou,  who  didst  with.316 
Thou,  0  God,  my...,...333 
Theu,whose  almighty  261 

Though  no  pious 251 

Though  troubles 156 

Through  all  the 153 

Thus  did  the  sons  of...  61 

Thus  far  the  Lord 329 

Thus  Lydia  sanctified  62 

Thy  father!  why 341 

Thy  kingdom  come.. ..262 

Thy  life  I  read  my 174 

Time  is  winging  us.... 305 

Tis  but  a  short 163 

'Tis  religion  that  can.245 
'Tis  summer,  glorious  304 
To  Father,  Son,  and...370 
To  God,  the  Father's...370 
To  Jesus,  our  King.. ..269 

To  thee,  the  little 300 

To  thy  temple  1 337 

To  thy  pastures  green  234 
To-morrow,  Lord,  is...  85 
Tracts  have  the  gift... 264 
'Twas  the  commission  60 

Up  to  thee,  ahnighty..301 


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Vain,  delusive  world.,117 

Watchman,  tell  us  of..269 
We  gather,we  gather..254 
We  have  met  in  peace  283 

We  meet  again  in 275 

We  offer,  Lord,  our....293 

We  seem  to  hear  a 2S4 

We  shall  meet,  no 366 

We  won't  give  up  the  289 
Weep,  little  children.,170 
Welcome,  sweet  day...  66 
We've  pass'd  another..  71 

What  are  these  in 184 

What  blessed  example247 
What  is  it  shows  my..352 
What  is  life?  'tis  but.,186 
What  is  the  world?. ..262 
What  is  there  here  to.194 
What  is  there,  Lord...227 

Whatever  brawls 340 

When  a  foolish 229 

When  all  thy  mercies  16 

When  blooming 172 

When  daily  I  kneel. ..228 
When  for  some  little..l59 
When  his  salvation... 257 
When  I  can  read  my..l60 

When  I  look  up  to 351 

When  I  survey  the....  29 

When  Jesus  into 255 

When  little  Samuel...250 
When  marshall'd  on...  26 
When  my  cries  ascend  241 

When  quiet  in  my 337 

When  Sabbath's 348 

When  shall  the  voice  272 
When  shall  thy  love.JOO 

When  shall  we  all 365 

When  shall  we  meet..365 
When  sickness,  pain...l74 
When  the  harvest  is..  87 
When  the  morning.. ..347 
When  the  soft  dews...333 


INDEX   OF    HYMNS. 


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Whene'er  I  take  my...350 
While  the  heavenly.. .280 

While  thee  I  seek 336 

While  we  with  fear.. ..291 
While  with  eeaseless..306 
Whither  hut  to  thee...243 
Who  would  not  love...237 
Why  should  I  deprive  211 

Whv  should  I  join 211 

Why  should  I  love 227 

Why  should  I  say 225 

Why  should  our  garm.233 

Why  should  our 234 

Why  should  the  child  51 
Why  should  we  spend  223 
With  grateful  delight  295 


With  humhleheart...232 

With  joy  we  meet 30C 

AVith  joy  once  more... 286 
Within  these  walls.. ..361 
Words  are  things  of.. .229 

Ye  hearts. with  youth  198 
Yes',  theliedeemer....  35 

Young  and  lovely 344 

Young  men  and 23 

Young  men  exhort.... 292 

Young  though  in 164 

Youth,  health,  and....224 

Zion  the  marvellous..  273 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

The  Figures  refer  to  the  Hymns. 


Abuah,  390. 

Abraham,  covenant  -with,  87,  88 :  God  of,  15. 

Adam's  fall,  138. 

Adoption,  173-176. 

Advocate,  49,  58,  169, 173. 

Agony  in  the  garden,  33,  34. 

Angels,  45,  53, 440,  463. 

Anger,  239,  318,  351. 

Ascension  of  Christ,  47,  48. 

Ashamed  of  Jesus,  185. 

Atonement,  33-64. 

Autumn,  249, 475. 

Awakening  and  inviting,  113-134,  297-308. 

Backslider,  168, 169. 

Baptism,  86-93. 

Bartimeus,  120. 

Benedictions,  589-591. 

Beneficence,  225-227. 

Bethesda,  155. 

Bible.  327-339,  443-450,  534,  560,  561. 

Birthday,  544. 

Brother,  death  of  a,  255. 

Creation,  6-9. 

Cross  of  Christ,  35-37, 158-165. 

Cross,  taking  up,  230. 

Cruelty,  318,  319. 

Calvary,  37,  38, 163. 

Canaan,  the  heavenly,  2S4,  285. 

Celebrations,  431-472. 

China,  call  to,  417,  424.  ' 

Children,   baptism  of,   87-91:    education,  451-486! 

pious,  297-404.  sickness  and  death,  248,  259-266. 
Choice,  the  good,  145-148,  341-343. 
Christ,  mediation  of,  25-64. 
Christian  experience,  170-242,  347-404. 

379 


380  INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 

Church,  74-81. 

Circumspection,  217. 

Closing  service,  577—600. 

College  commencement,  451-457. 

Comforter,  65. 

Commandments,  ten,  309-326. 

Communion  of  saints,  74-81. 

Company,  bad.  321. 

Confession  of  sin.  141-143. 

Conscience,  218,  352. 

Consecration  to  God,  204-206. 

Consistency,  217. 

Contentment,  232-235. 

Contrition,  140. 

Conversion  of  the  world,  405-430. 

Coronation  of  Christ,  50-52. 

Covenant  of  grace,  57  :  with  God,  9T. 

Covetousness,  324. 

Daily  bread,  232-235. 

Day  of  judgment,  54,  269. 

Death  and  future  state,  243, 296. 

Deceitfulness  of  sin,  127. 

Delay  of  repentance.  129-134,  339,  54g . 

Delight  in  Christ,  180-193. 

Depravity,  inherited,  138. 

Dies  irce,  182. 

Dismissing  a  good  scholar,  457. 

Dismission,  591. 

Doxologies,  593-600. 

Early  piety,  297-404. 

Education,  451-462,  481-504. 

Eternity,  295,  296. 

Evening,  108-110,  517-531. 

Examples  of  piety,  32,  384-391. 

Faith,  69,  156-165, 170-178, 199. 

Fall,  the,  127,  138. 

Family  religion,  505-549,  561,  565. 

Farewell,  457.  458,  5S2-591. 

Fear  of  God,  231,  339. 

Feast,  gospel,  94,  114, 115. 

Forbearance,  239. 

Forgiveness,  164-175. 

Fortitude,  213-215,  230. 

Fountain  of  Christ's  blood,  41-43L 

Fourth  of  July,  468-471. 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS.  381 

Friend,  death  of  a,  253. 

Friendship,  62,  76-81,  503,  504. 

Funeral,  243-296. 

Gentleness.  318, 319, 566. 

Glory  of  God,  5. 

God,  being  and  perfections  of,  1-24. 

Golden  rule,  214. 

Gospel  call,  113-134. 

Grace,  57,  63. 

Gratitude,  13,  61,  62, 179-1S3,  240,  369, 370,  556,  557 

Grave,  46,  244. 

Grieving  the  Spirit,  131-134. 

Guilt,  137-143,  349. 

Happiness,  189-197,  377-381. 

Harvest  past,  133. 

Heart,  contrite,  135-144 :  hard,  349 :  holy,  301 :  su* 

rendered  to  Christ,  153,  154. 
Heathen,  conversion  of,  405-430. 
Heaven,  276-296,  568-570. 
Hell,  276,  302. 
Holiness,  198-206. 

Holy  Ghost,  offices  of,  48-73, 131-134, 173, 176. 
Hope.  240-242,  289-296. 
Hosanna,  392-404. 
Humiliation  of  Christ,  30. 
Humility,  216,  566. 
Hypocrisy,  144,  364. 
Idleness,  346,  347. 
Idolatry,  309,  310. 
Incarnation,  25-28. 
Infant  school,  550-566. 
Ingratitude,  124,  140. 
Instability,  153,  168, 169,  348. 
Institutions  of  Christianity,  74-112. 
Invitations  and  warnings,  113-134,  297-308. 
Jacob's  prayer,  232. 
Jerusalem,  the  heavenly,  189. 
Jesus,  children  coming  to,  361-368. 
Jews,  conversion  of,  407,  418,  421. 
Joy  and  peace,  170-197. 
Jubilee,  song  of,  430  :  Sunday  school,  438-440 :  year 

of,  113. 
Judgment,  54,  269-277. 
Justification,  170-175. 
Kindness,  225,  226. 


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382  INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 

Knowledge,  191,  217,  377,  378,  455. 

Lambs  ofthe  flock,  89,  180, 361,  499-501,  562, 

Law  of  God.  309-339. 

Liberality,  225-227,  418-422. 

Life,  short  and  uncertain,  243-271. 

Light  of  the  world,  408-425. 

Litany,  139. 

Lord's,  day,  98-112 :  prayer,  152 :  supper,  94-97. 

Love,  of  God,  12,  167.  203  :  to  God,  194-197  :  to  man. 
225-227,  502 :  to  brothers  and  sisters,  502-504, 540', 
565 :  to  the  church,  74-78 :  to  enemies,  239  :  to  the 
Saviour,  179-190. 

Lydia,  90,  252. 

Lying,  323. 

Manna,  234. 

Mary,  167,  229. 

Meditation,  530-533. 

Meekness,  239. 

Mercy  seat.  222. 

Ministers,  82-85. 

Missions,  405-430. 

Mohammedans.  418.  421. 

Morning.  99-107.  505-516. 

Moses's  choice.  228 :  death,  289. 

Narrow  way,  209,  305. 

New  year,  478—480. 

Obedience  to  Parents,  316. 317,  541-543,  565. 

Olivet,  33. 

Omnipresence  and  omniscience,  22, 141, 142. 

Opening  service,  571-576. 

Orphans,  372-376,  463-467. 

Pardon,  170-175,  354-356. 

Parents,  duty  to,  316,  317,  541-543,  565:  responsi- 
bility of,  536. 

Parting,  577-600. 

Pastor,  death  of,  256. 

Patience,  233-242. 

Peace,  175,  176, 191, 198. 

Penitential,  135-169,  348-368. 

Perfection,  198-206. 

Persecution,  228-242. 

Perseverance,  207-215, 240,  242. 

Peter  weeping,  136. 

Physician  of  souls,  119. 

Pilgrim,  207-211. 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS.  383 

Poor,  charity  to,  225,  466. 

Praise,  1-24,  59-64,  369. 

Prayer,  221-223. 

Pride,  359,  360. 

Priesthood  of  Christ,  49. 

Profanity,  312-315. 

Promises,  237. 

Providence,  9-11. 

Purity,  200-206. 

Race,  Christian,  212. 

Recovery  from  sickness,  546. 

Redemption,  55-60. 

Refuse  in  Christ,  159. 

Regeneration,  354-356. 

Rejoicing,  170-197. 

Religion,  importance  of  early,  297-404. 

Repentance,  135-169,  348-368. 

Resignation,  233-236. 

Resolutions,  good,  145, 146,  340-343. 

Resurrection,  44-47,  262,  274,  275. 

Retirement,  530-534. 

Righteousness,  359,  360. 

Rock  of  Ages,  41. 

Rural  celebrations,  443-447. 

Sabbath,  98-112,  315. 

Sacrifices,  Jewish,  37-40. 

Salvation,  56,  59. 

Samuel,  384,  388,  3S9. 

Sanctification,  198-206. 

Satan,  241,  346, 347. 

School  anniversaries,  431-453. 

School-house  opened,  459-462. 

Scholar,  death  of  a,  259,  260. 

Seasons,  473-480. 

Second  advent,  54. 

Self-dedication,  145-148,  341-343. 

Shepherd,  Christ  a,  18,  89, 186,  361, 499-501, 526, 562. 

Sickness,  545. 

Sin,  deceitful,  127 :  original,138 :  ruinous,  11 9, 276,277. 

Sinners,  call  to,  113-134,  306. 

Singing,  183,  194. 

Sister,  death  of  a,  254. 

Sloth,  346,  347. 

Soldier,  Christian,  213-215. 

Sovereignty  of  God,  10, 


384       ixdex  of  subjects. 

Spring.  441,  442,  473 
Star  in  the  East,  28,  29 
Stealing,  322. 

Stranger  and  his  friend,  225 
submission,  23S,  371. 
Summer,  474. 

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Teaching  of  Christ,  31. 
Temperance,  472.    ' 
Temptations  and  trials,  228-242 

Time.  243,  295. 
Timothy,  330,  384. 
Tracts.  413. 
Trinity.  1-4. 

Trust  in  God,  231-237. 
Types  of  Christ,  38-40. 
UNBELIEF,  156,  236. 
Union,  80,  502-504,  581-591 

VISIONS  OF  HEAVEN,  288-294 

Voice  of  free  grace,  118. 

vow,  Christian,  97. 

Walking  with  God,  168,  207-211 

Warfare,  Christian,  213-215 

Warnings,  123-134. 

Watchfulness,  219,  220 

Way,  Christ  the,  161. 

Winter,  476. 

Wisdom,  129. 191,  217,  378 

Witness  of  the  Spirit,  69,  70,  173-176  ■ 

Words,  wicked.  351.  i°~J-io. 

Worshin0°Ter-ed'  405-430:  enounced,  147, 148. 
**°^P.  opening  and  closing.  571-597 
Wrath  of  God,  128-134  S?       °97' 
Yeak,  close  of,  477 :  new,  478niS0 
loke  of  Christ,  198,  343. 
Young,  death  of,  259-266 

Zeal,  206,  223-228. 
Zion,  lore  to,  74-78. 

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